This morning, I did not run a half marathon. To be honest, this is a good thing, as I was much more sore today than I was yesterday. Two half marathons in two days is enough.
The weekend was filled with far more activity than just the running. Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous day outside (reminding me again that March is the best month ever around here) and I took full advantage by spending the afternoon at the airport watching Jose fly a plane. I had to wait a while for the little yellow plane to finally appear, so I passed the time by borrowing the Bay Area Aero Club’s picnic tables. I had been waiting for more than half an hour, long enough that I’d convinced myself that for some reason Jose and Jeff were flying a different plane that day, when the little yellow plane finally taxied out. I watched and took pictures while Jose did 9 laps around the pattern and practiced all sort of landings. It was lots of fun. I don’t know if I want to learn to fly myself, but I still like watching all the planes.
After that we headed to Rice Village for dinner with Liz and Christina, who came from Chicago for a visit and brought the flu with her. I’m just glad she was feeling well enough to meet for dinner! We all conveniently forgot that it was St. Patrick’s Day, which turned Rice Village into a mass of people, cars, loud music, and a horrible lack of parking — but dinner went on and it was good to see them. Christina amuses me greatly with the way she refers to her pregnancy, and how she talks about wanting the baby but not necessarily wanting to deal with being pregnant. I think I agree with her on that one.
It was also good to have another of my college friends meet “mystery man” Jose. See, Carter told me some months ago that Jose was a mystery boyfriend. I explained that after multiple months of dating, he wasn’t really a mystery. To which Carter replied that Jose has no blog, thus he is a mystery. Hmm.
Yesterday was much more relaxed; after running, I didn’t do much. I did take my bike to the bike store — again — because the tire they sold me a couple weeks ago was faulty. The bead had started to peel off after less than 100 miles, and resulted in a “lump” on one side of the tire. They replaced it without a question. I also talked to them about my aerobars, and the guy suggested that I buy a different kind of aerobars that have some flexibility in how far you place them apart. He said that all he needs to do is replace some caps on the brake cables to make the aerobars fit. But I am skeptical. The new bars are not that different, and I just don’t think there’s enough space without moving or removing the brake levers.
So what should I do? Take the bike to Bay Area Schwinn and have them install the bars as recommended by the guy there yesterday? Take the bike to Tri On The Run (a much longer drive) to have them do it, as they said they could when I asked last weekend? Or just forget about aerobars entirely, considering that the race is now only 2 weeks away?