Sunday Morning 1-7

1. 5:30am wake, coffee, blog the overnight report.
2. 8:15am - 10am get out early enough to avoid the mainlanders and end up Power cycling through the rain while dodging poorly corralled triathletes in *my* oceanside park. grrrr.
   
3. 10-10:30 breathe, shower off all the sand from above, dress
4. 10:40 cycle to park on opposite end of island for breakfast on no name harbor.
5. 11:00 breakfast
6. 11:30am leave, too full, promise self to cycle at least another 30 minutes.
7. 12:30pm home from nice ride around the island... legs/spirit coulda gone longer, but the boss lady'd had enough. youch. and it's about to storm. didn't realize till i was done how good a ride part 2 was...
   

Cycling reminds me of those great moments when you were 9 or 10 that started with the words, "Race ya!" and didn't finish till everyone was out of breath with huge smiles on their faces from all the exertion.

Also, the sheer fun of intentionally riding through all the puddles you could find...


Gotta love it.