Houston...

this non-aerodynamic time trailing missle is ready to go home.

Despite being in Fresno for five days doing a work thingie, at least, I was able to ride four times this week. I only fell down once. Silly reason which is a little complusive sounding. I did a turn on the bike path one direction and told myself that I could turn the other way too. And, I can. Just this time, I messed up and fell over. I also did a little power exercise of 3 sets of 10, 5-55s, and I rode when the temperature was triple digits...sort of like the elasped time of my time trial.

I went out today around 1622 (work time talk). I went out to ride because the t.v. said it was only 99. I wasn't going out if it was 100 so 99 meant that I could still ride. It was either that or having a margarita before 1700 hours. I thought I should wait on the margarita.

It was really pretty hot, and I started thinking that maybe it was too hot. Perhaps, I was getting overheated. As a I waited at a stop signal, I could feel the pounding and pulsing in my head. I remember someone saying that was not a good thing. I kept feeling hotter and hotter, and I thought that collapsing on a bike path would be really embarasing so I turned to go back to the hotel after just 22 minutes. As I got close to the hotel, I decided to keep riding. As it turned out, I rode for an hour, and I was pretty happy to make it back to the hotel in one piece. When I turned the t.v. on, it was 102. Cool, I am not a wimp. It really was hot out today. This definitely deserved a maragrita.

I found out that the reason the margaritas are so cheap here, $5.79 or 6.25 including tax, is because it is happy hour.