Road Biking

Ooodalili, got myself a road bike! (Chris: "Uuuugh not another activity!") I know ... I know... I'm sorry! (Kind of?)  No one ever told me how addicting these things are ... and granted, I kind of always thought of road bikers as snobs in an elite club.  Stalking up and down the roads in their sponsored uniforms... pfft!  However, my racer friend Ben was signing up for the Santa Barbara triathlon and let him convince me to do it as well.  I had been wanting to do a tri here for a while, ever since Chris did a karate demo at the Carpinteria one, but I didn't want to race with my mountain bike.  The same thing when it came to duathlons, I didn't want to feel like a brick on the road with my mountain bike.  (Part of the reason the Muddy Buddy was so appealing... trail riding!)  But lo, I broke down, and now I have a zippy little Quintana Roo tri bike I found on Craigslist that is a little thing of beauty.  I'm still learning, but was able to go on a little group ride around town and learned things like hand signals and how terrifying turning is when you are going fast.

 I have not yet ridden to work from the house, but it's on the list of things to do next week.  I think it will take a little under an hour, which will give me plenty of time since I usually try to allow myself 2 hours of gym time before work on many days.  With the time change this has been much harder, but it still happens often enough to keep me from feeling like a lazy slug at my desk.