A Handy Dictionary For Bikers:
Wind: The air moving around you.
No Wind: Pretty darn nice.
Tailwind: Manna from heaven.
Headwind: Spawn of the devil himself.
I had a nice bike ride in the evening sun yesterday, during which I repeatedly chanted “the wind is my friend” in a last-ditch effort to make peace with any and all wind conditions that I might face on Sunday. Someone posted the forecast on the Bar Area Fit Tri forum, and now I can’t stop checking when I should really be working on becoming one with the wind. I must be zen in my approach. The course is out-and-back, so if I am slowed in one direction by a headwind, I will be helped on the opposite leg by a tailwind. It is impossible for the wind to blow in two directions at once (though many times I have felt otherwise).
The wind is my friend.
My ride last night was good, actually. I did 22 miles in 1:22, comfortably above the 15 mph average I hope to beat or at least maintain on Sunday. (The “drop dead” speed I need to average to ensure that I won’t miss the cut-off is about 12.5 mph.) My neck and back started hurting early, but I’m going to chalk that up to lack of any significant amount of food yesterday, since I was stuck in the control center.
One of the guys at work found out this morning during a crazy sim that I’m doing a Half Ironman this weekend. He just stared at me for a moment with bugged out eyes and a dropped jaw. Pretty funny.
T minus 4 days to the Half Ironman…