This is a brief update on the past couple of days. First and most importantly, my new PR for the pint is 8 min (for those that don’t know, time starts when the lid is removed and stops when the last bite is swallowed). I recently decided that a pint of Haagen Daz ice cream is the perfect recovery food after a long ride. So two nights in a row Ale and I went to a grocery store and got a pint of ice cream each, ate them out side in the parking lot with sporks, then went back in and got food for dinner. My first night I got cookie dough and it was a bit hard, so I think it slowed me down. The next night I got the swiss almond one, and it literally disappeared in minutes. I was so impressed by my time improvement, that I am now going to keep track of my PR.
Other big life things. I led a yoga session in Harris Beach State Park for Eric (favorite riding friend) and Ale. We found a grass patch facing the ocean and did about an hour of sun salutations, down dogs, warriors, and inversions. It was awesome. We had some viewers who were probably a little confused, but that just added to the excitement of it all. We caused quite a scene on the way out with Eric running wildly and barefoot in the middle of the street, arms going any direction the wind took them, Ale singing and playing her uk like no one’s business, and me attempting to walk on my hands as far as possible… And we’re the three best friends that anyone could ever have.
Another PR that should not go unmentioned is the slowest I have ever biked on a downhill / flat / uphill. Ale and I set off down 101 north slightly north of the Oregon / California border, and we literally couldn’t move against the wind. We pulled off the road a couple of times and just laid in the sandy dunes, helmets still on, sand blowing in mouth, eyes, ears, and nose. We tried to play the grateful game (where we say what we are grateful for to bring up the mood) but sand would just blow into our mouths, so we just laid there in silence. We decided to just brave it and bike against the insane headwinds. We were literally moving 1 mph sometimes less. Fortunately, at this point, Ale and I were delusional and were laughing and yelling about how much fun we were having. We ended up getting to Gold Beach by 7pm which is where the pint of ice cream ritual began. We later ended up staying at a trailer park because it was the closest thing to us. That is a story in itself I will leave for another time.