often on the rides i hear chatter about sven's jacuzzi. that is a location i have never received an invitation to visit and, should i be offered such a temptation, i am not convinced that i would respond in the positive, given a- quite reasonable in the circumstances- aversion to ingestion of microbes and bacteria deleterious to one's health. on a morning such as this, though, such musings become quite moot, as the need for a jacuzzi is nullified when one can instead be unashamedly and gloriously bathing in sweat. if beyonce can be bootilicious, i see no reason why i can't be sweatilicious. and i was this morning.
(as i think others may have been. how else can we explain the mass hallucinations experienced by the earlier group in which they believe they saw a kangaroo).
looking at the calendar i see that today is friday, which means that it would have been a recovery ride today. it possibly did average out to that, just as the peaks and troughs of a sine wave could be said to average out. but it was the peaks and troughs that helped make it it an interesting ride- there could be no relaxing, no casual chats to the rider next to one while keeping nary an eye on the rider ahead. rather it required a fierce focus on the matter in hand. in saying this there is no intention whatsoever of implicating the group leaders but, instead, the result of red lights, near red lights, amber lights, busses and sundry other elements that interrupt the smooth flow of a cohesive peloton.
and really, it was all one could ask for in a friday recovery ride: a large group, splits which could be repaired, hills to ride up, other hills to ride down, and some nice flattish bits in between. good company, some nice conversation, enough seats for us all to sit on at the cafe and excellent service in bringing out really nice coffees.
kaz was excitedly describing the dawn to me, and hoping that i might be able to include a description in my post this morning, unfortunately i didn't really see it, as i was following a tall rider in the total rush kit and so my view was somewhat obscured. i offered to write a lovingly detailed description of the graphic approach of the tr jersey, the use of colour and the manner in which the letters were outlined and highlighted against the background colour, the use of stretch stitch in certain parts of the jersey contrasted with basting stitches used elsewhere. astonishingly kaz didn't seem to feel that would be as good as writing about the dawn.
So, drawing a big breath, here goes:
"the dawn this morning" by gobsec
what she said.
getting older but still enjoying cycling