I'D FINALLY DID IT. Committed that from today forward, every Friday would feature a lunch ride. Not a beat down, but an upbeat friendly sorta thing.
I geared up.
Took a meandering dirt and street route over to Kawamata Sea Food.
The weather couldn't have been better.
Just me for the first go. Mainly to prove to myself I could and would quit working for a bit at Noon vs my usual 2pm.
I was quite proud, thinking this is great. It's mid-day and I'm out riding. This route is cool. The posse is gonna dig it. And oh man I can't wait for a delicious poke bowl.
About half the seats outside were open.
Leaned HVY MTL (my gravel bike) by a table for two and jettisoned helmet, glasses and gloves.
Walked in, ordered... and the horror... Cash only, bro.
I'd forgotten my RaceDay wallet.
-> insert sad trumpets here <-
Dejected. I did the walk of shame to my bike.
Not all is lost. I proved to myself I can make the schedule work, and really that's all I needed for a win.
At least I didn't forget my commitment.
Probably because I was wearing this ridiculously soft, 100% t-shirt.
It's an athletic cut, not a boxy thang. You're an athlete, right?
There's a bunch more I could tell ya... but just get it. You'll freakin' lub it.
6.5 hrs sleep - not enough
60 min ride
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