La Jolla Cove
La Jolla Cove
Just before we reach the top Tim takes advantage of my breathlessness and really starts to tease. He says jeez Jen , you really need to show some commitment. An 11 minute mile. What's next, and you let all these people beat you. He rattles off the name of several of my training partners, whom I respect and in my mind are really, really fast. "Let", get it let being the opportune outragious hysterical word. Although I'm not the best I can't say I really let people beat me. I give it what I got.
I start to laugh so hard I sound like a hyena. I can't breath in fully or out fully. It's sort of a hyperventilating laugh. Which out loud sounds so funny. I think I might break a rib. I almost fall down with laughter. Tim says "come on, where is your commitment." I rode an uber million miles last week, swam as instructed, went to yoga, and even got some running in. OK, one run I failed on because my legs wouldn't go.I tried. I am laughing. He says if my girl friends were there I would be running faster. He is kidding but I try to pick it up anyway. I run as hard as I can to the cross. I feel a little bonky as it has been a long day. I slug down a GU a start to feel better. Maybe even "fast". Just as I feel good, Tim says he feels a little bonky. No problem, I tell him and pull out what turns out to be an empty gel wrapper. Oops. Sorry. Tim says he has to go home. I say I'm just warming up. Where is your commitment? He looks a little too whipped for it to be funny anymore. I want to run down the fire road with Tim and he wants to go home :( It's really pretty. It's all downhill from here I beg and bribe. He's not buying it. I have lied too many times about vertical gain and distances. He says "yes and then another mile up". O.k. I'm busted. We agree to save something for tomorrow.
Sunday, we run at noon. In the heat of the day. I'm a little whiny about running at noon. Stating next time we will run at 7:00 a.m. He negates my whining by stating we are heat training. Next time he's going to train at noon in a garbage bag. Point awarded to Tim. Tim says we need to do more heat training to get ready for Kona. Kona, I shriek we are not going to Kona. "You are not" he says. "You don't have enough commitment, I am" I sarcastically ask how. As medical? A lottery spot? "Nope". He says he's going to qualify at Solana Beach next weekend. With all the seriousness in the world he asks me where the roll down goes to. Now I am laughing so hard I want to lie down on the bike/dog path and cry. I do not know how I continued to run in this state. (You probably have to know triathlons to appreciate the humor in this, but one cannot get to Kona via Solana Beach.) Once again I am laughing so hard I can't fully get a breath in or out.
Tim and I run home. My shoes squish the whole way home from my wet feet but I don't care. Tim and I decide this is the most fun summer ever.
Stacy and I love to ride the Laguna Loop and the great Western loop. We always have to choose between the two loops and we were sick of it. So today, we did em both. We've become accustomed to starting our rides in Rancho San Diego. We know all the water stops available, places to pee without getting pickers in your shorts and places to get the emergency Starbucks double shots. We also even know the dogs that frequent the ride and sometimes greet us with a tad bit too much excitement.
We needed no outside assistance other than the popsicle and Gatorade. After the worlds best popsicle we were fresh as flowers. We left the store full of excitement. We were ready for the cyclist equivilant of dessert, the big descent. I love the Laguna loop but hate the hour drive to get there. This time I got to enjoy the ride without the drive.
Stacy believes in no shortcuts. Staying true to this we added an extra mile and headed home via Lyons Valley Rd instead of taking Skyline. We were blessed with some shade and decided to stop and get fresh cold water for the final leg of the journey. What a treat. Ice cold water was pure heaven. The store owners son David was there to greet us. He said we couldn't enter the store or use the restrooms without a card. He gave us a card to enter. The card said ENERGY. This was sort of a surreal and hysterical moment. We got so excited over the ENERGY card that our new friend David tried to take it back and throw it in the trash. "Nooo" I cried half believing if the card went in the trash I might fall apart for the last 10 miles. We bribed David to take our picture and get us more water. He offered me his personal backwashed Gatorade and didn't understand why I passed. Then David's ride came. He jumped up and shouted "shot gun" as if Stacy and I might oust him from the front seat.
With that we were off and headed towards the car. We cruised through Lyons Valley fresh as flowers. We hit Jamul Drive and hammered to the parking lot. We arrived at our cars giddy with excitement of taming the "Loop of Doom." We need to rename the ride now.
Disclaimer: Stacy and I would like to thank our sponsor Scripps Health.Org for giving us the same day off to ride and providing us with paychecks sufficient enough to be spent entirely at Moment Cycle Sport on our nice shiny little bikes. We would like to thank our families who feed us when we spend our entire paychecks on race entries and bike supplies. We would like to thank the guys at Moment who designed our dream-mobile bikes and fix them whenever we break them.We would like to thank our families/friends who would have picked us up and taken us out for ice cream cones if we failed and our mission. We would like to thank our super secret support crew who sent us cheerleader texts all day. To the folks we saw on top of Laguna, who passed us on the climb up (with their car) but couldn't believe how fast we rode our bike up the mountain... Thanks, we were flattered. To the men on top of Laguna, who were convinced we were twins or at least sisters, Thanks we had a good laugh. And to David, his energy card, his slobbering dogs and enthusiastic "Shot Gun."
I only managed one yoga session this week...unless there are too few sick patients at Scripps Mercy tomorrow and staffing requests I take the day off. Oh boy, that would be fun. I could drag Tim to yoga and to the farmers market.
I felt a little bad I didn't ride my mountain bike to yoga this week. It was raining and I needed to go to Costco after class. I had to return the Garmin 305 as it wouldn't hold a charge anymore. Thumbs up to the Costco people. I was prepared to tell them some big story about how the Garmin didn't hold it charge. How it failed me when I needed it most, could have ruined my race, caused me to bonk, blah, blah, blah. I was even will to produce fake tears. I just planned to keep babbling until they gave me my money back to shut me up. No drama was needed as they gave me my money back no questions asked. Even apologized for the inconvenience. So now with money in my pocket which Garmin will I replace it with? Not the 405. I would like you all to know that after the first mile of Wednesday evenings time trial it was 6:20 p.m. I had a visual heart rate showing for one mile. At track this week after two sets of 400's it defaulted to the compass mode. Now that was a big load off because I really was concerned I might get lost running circles around the track. Maybe I should forward the blank section of my training log to Garmin and ask them to recreate it.
I was on my way to the perfect mix of volume and intesity until.....I got sick :( and Tim grounded me. I was even working on improving my swim with "my very own red paddles" (Courtesy of Coach Sickie). He said they are mine to practice with provided I don't grip them with my pinkies or my thumbs. They even talk to me, but only when I am swimming poorly. On Monday, my goggles broke and Sickie lent me a pair. On Tuesday I returned with shiny blue goggles that make everyone look life a Smurf. Hah. Swim faster than me you bunch of Smurfs. I'll get the last laugh.
Wednesday night I came down with a sore throat and work was miserable Thursday as I managed to get the ache and chills and by Friday my sinuses were angry. Don't worry, I didn't infect my patients. They ummm, breathe special purified air via a tube. Tim shut down all my attemps to train "just a little bit" by saying "NO" before the words even came out of my mouth. Then he made sure to render my bike un- rideable by confinscating the cassette off my training wheel in case I had any second thoughts. I will give him credit for making me warm homemade bread and tea with honey, while I played the sick card.
Don't worry I played the sick card to the best of my ability. Somewhere in my febrile slumber I decided I really needed a dog to keep me company. The minute Tim got home I started pestering him for the Bernese Mountain dog I have been wanting.