Hot and Jet Lagged

So recovery begins a little slowly. I did a forty-five minute ride on the 6000 Saturday after lawn-work, a cheeseburger (thank God for American food and ice) and a nap. Sunday I woke up feeling good so I decided to head out for 25 before hitting training hard prior to Mountain Mama. I ended up doing 33 and finished in a puddle of sweat.

I know, Share the Road. Same Rules. Same Rights. But as I approached the toll booth for the Causeway I slowed at a red light, no cars so I went on. The toll keeper steps out and waves me down. S**t! busted for that? She wanted to tell me that they put in a "sidewalk" for cyclists to go past the toll. It is actually about 6 feet of curbed pavement with two 90º turns. That means going from 15-20 m.p.h. to 2 and starting the ascent. Sucks. I hope to ignore it in the future.

Heart rate was high again. Up to 212 at one point and the average with a cool down was 158 bpm. Thinking most of it is due to heat. We'll see, I get a Holter monitor later this month.

Two positives were being the "rabbit" and getting passed. I later caught up to a guy named Peter and we rode and chatted for a while. He does the same basic route I do weekly.

Hot, tired and sleepy I rested the bulk of the day watching Olympic Trials, wishing I had the thighs of a 14 year old gymnast and proud that I had a bigger chest. Saw Italy get beat in a shoot out and the end of the Tour de Suisse. Staying indoors felt great.



Here is a picture from the trip right outside our first hotel in Rome. It is the old wall built by Emperor Constantine in the year 400... still standing. Try that in modern times.