Popped out for an hour again this morning. Same route. 10 km to Parc Levesque, five laps of the park, then the 10 km back. Another warm, dry morning that you just have to take advantage of and get out there ‘cos before we know it the ground is going to be frozen solid again and we’ll be pedalling indoors in front of a 17″ monitor.
Banish the thought! Still at least five more months of outdoor riding! So this morning. 31 km with an average speed of 31.7 kph. Slightly up on yesterday which is awesome. I think the headwind on the way out is slightly more advantageous. Just slightly.
This morning I took an easy spin to Parc Levesque to drain out the build up of lactic acid from yesterday’s Charlie Bucket century. When I say easy spin, that was the plan. But the competitive spirit engaged as soon as I remembered Andy’s jovial barbs from yesterday and soon I was pushing myself a little harder than I had originally planned. Not a bad thing, mind you, but it was not the restful morning spin that I had set out to do.
VR2 in Parc Levesque this morning.
All said and done I did 32 km with an average speed of 31.1 kph. Morning’s that start like this are just awesome.
Andy and I rode a century yesterday as Charlie Bucket Cycles. You can read all about it at the official Charlie Bucket Cycles web site. I highly recommend that you bookmark it if you haven’t already!
Been quiet for a few days as I have been travelling on business. Oh, it was not all that exciting, let me tell you. A quick two day trip to Toronto for some back to back meetings. That being said, it was very productive and I am feeling exceptionally buoyed by the opportunities at work currently. I have just recently accepted a new role within the organization and this is one of the huge benefits of working for such a large company. You can continually test yourself by taking on new challenges with the added benefit of not having to start fresh in a new company as the man at the bottom of the totem pole.
The main purpose of this trip, therefore, was to meet my new team, and that went very well indeed. It also presented me with a chance to re-connect with some of colleagues with whom I interact weekly, and sometimes even daily, on the phone and yet so rarely have the pleasure of meeting with them face to face. I am lucky that I work with a very good bunch of people. They make it fun to work, and that is so important.
I like Toronto, but sadly this time around I did not get a chance to go downtown and experience the city. I spent the entire 48 hours in Mississauga, sometimes known as ‘Misery-saga’ for reasons which become evident as soon as you get there. It is huge, flat and totally commercial. One large sprawling business complex after the other. A block here is the equivalent of perhaps ten normal city blocks. You simply cannot get around without a car. Don’t even think about it. As for the traffic, well it can take north of three cycles for you to get through a light. Madness.
It doesn’t matter how long or how short I have been away from home, that feeling of coming home is awesome. Flying in over the city and looking down at a bunch of easily recognizable landmarks such as the Olympic Stadium, I felt a surge of comfort coming over me. I feel so sorry for those that don’t have a good home to go home too. I cannot imagine anything more depressing. Touching down brings you one stop closer to holding your loved ones in your arms again and not even a thoroughly pissed off taxi driver could dampen my spirit. Why was he pissed off? Simple: I was not the fare he had been waiting in line for all afternoon. I was a minimum fare customer just going about five kilometres away. I was a waste of time. He shouted at the taxi control fella something in a language that I could not place nor could I understand, but judging by the tone, he was clearly expressing some displeasure. When I asked him if there was a problem, he remained silent.
Excellent. No problem then.
Friday marked the first time I had ridden to the campus in almost two weeks. Not because I have embraced a more sedate form of travel, although I did enjoy driving the new Fiat to the office once last week, but timing and agenda simply meant that I was working from home more than usual. I could not have picked a more gorgeous morning to be back on the lakeshore.
You can make out the 'rays' of light passing through the clouds.
The bugs were out in full force. There are plenty of sections along the water where you are literally getting smacked from tip to toe by little flying creatures of varying sizes. They don’t often end up in your mouth, if you keep it closed, but then when you’re riding hard it is not ideal to be pounding along with your gob tightly shut. You just don’t get enough air coming in, and so sooner or later you have to open up. That’s when anything within a six foot radius of said oral opening just gets sucked in and you only know about it when you feel a ‘thwack’ at the back of your throat. If this happens do not try and bring the offending insect back up into the mouth. For starters it’s almost impossible and secondly who wants to feel that sucker buzzing around on your tongue. No, your only option is to glug plenty of water and push that bugger down your pipe. As he is past your tongue already, its not gross anymore.
Off to Toronto for a couple of days next week so I think my riding is going to be limited to a couple of early morning rides. Intervals perhaps?