
after taking yesterday off to fully recovery from the mystery side pain, I woke up this morning in pursuit of some decent mileage on paradise loop in tiburon. I kept the pace much lighter than tuesday’s ride, focusing on a smooth, spinney cadence. of course, as I made the turn onto the bridge, I saw maurice tailing some other cyclists. we chatted for a bit across the foggy, damp bridge. he had spent some time in greece, and had been off the bike for a short while, which was quite the contrast to my month off with various knee problems. anyway, he was heading across to ride muir woods, a ride I really wanted to do…but I had to resist, my base fitness needed a lot of work. we dropped into sausalito, and as he slowed to get some coffee, I kept riding towards the beginning of the loop. good seeing you out maurice, I’ll hit you up when I’m not riding like a snail!
the ride started off normal enough, a bit foggy with peaks of sunlight beaming through. then somewhere along the way, I felt something in my jersey. no wait, now it’s under my base layer. yea, it was a bee. I stopped pedaling, looking for a place to slow down. I started hitting my chest, trying to kill it – not sure if this was a good idea or not, but oh well. I was able to grab it through my base layer, but not before it stung me briefly in 2 areas. I shook out my clothes, and it fell on the asphalt, dead and crushed, the stinger still attached. sorry buddy.
I continued to ride with an annoying pain on my chest.

1 loop complete. I felt drained, but wanted to make my time out there worth it, so I opted for another 20 mile loop (which would make the total ride distance about 70 miles). so, I went around again. my legs burned and my calves felt like they were a pedal revolution away from seizing up. it was pretty horrible, I felt like trash, but kept riding steadily with a high cadence. at one point, I was stretching my back, and my jersey got caught on the stack of spacers I have above my stem. luckily, no one saw, but that was definitely not pro. that’s what I thought about for the rest of the ride, and I planned on swinging by freewheel to see if they could chop it while I waited. I crawled back into the city, through the presidio, and stopped in.

dustin was able to cut it right then and there, which was awesome. “hey, make a pose,” I said. “man, this better not go on the internet.” “ha, too late.” I also caught up with travis, who spent the last weekend up in bend, oregon, placing 4th overall in the cascade cycling classic in the cat2 men’s. pro is pro.

buddy!
anyway, I’m stoked that the fork was chopped, thanks again, dustin. expect a proper bike photo (or maybe two?) by the end of today.