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Claire Petersky
Guest
This whole week I've been doing not much other than eating, sleeping, and getting ready for a
professional certification exam. I put all of maybe 55 miles on the bike during the week.
I spent the morning, four hours, taking the test. It was challenging, but not grueling. I'm lucky
if I had the mental energy of a kumquat after taking the test, but physically far from exhausted. I
had a satisfying lunch. My boss was out of the office. It's a gloriously sunny, if unseasonably
warm, summer day. My bike was just sitting there at the rack in the basement of the office building
where I work.
You can imagine where this is leading. The usual 15 mile ride home wasn't going to be enough. I
decided that adding on the 11 mile loop around Mercer Island wasn't going to be enough either. So I
decided to take off quite a bit early, and ride around the bottom of the lake and add maybe another
20 miles or so on the commute home.
I filled both water bottles with ice water. It was middle of the day enough such that the traffic,
both car and bike, was very light. The lake had a summertime smell to it, and there was a nice
tailwind starting out.
At the Renton Municipal Airport, the temperature reading was 92. I toyed with dunking my feet in the
Cedar River to cool them off. I stopped at Coulon Park and refilled with water bottles. All the ice
had melted. I ran my bandana under the tap and saturated it with cold water.
A road work flagger on the Lake Washington trail said, "Isn't it too hot to be bicycling?" I
replied, "no, it's not too hot, it's great!"
After climbing the hill out of Factoria, I stripped off my jersey and finished off one of the water
bottles. Two miles from home I drained the other one, noted that the bandana was completely dry now,
and adjusted my shoes -- my feet had swollen up from the heat.
When I came home I made a half gallon of limeade. I took a cold shower, and spent some time just
running cold water on my head. The limeade was shared with my kids, who had just walked home from
school, and I think I'm going to get up from the computer and finish it off.
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky ([email protected]) Home of the meditative cyclist:
http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm Books just wanna be FREE! See what I mean at:
http://bookcrossing.com/friend/Cpetersky
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professional certification exam. I put all of maybe 55 miles on the bike during the week.
I spent the morning, four hours, taking the test. It was challenging, but not grueling. I'm lucky
if I had the mental energy of a kumquat after taking the test, but physically far from exhausted. I
had a satisfying lunch. My boss was out of the office. It's a gloriously sunny, if unseasonably
warm, summer day. My bike was just sitting there at the rack in the basement of the office building
where I work.
You can imagine where this is leading. The usual 15 mile ride home wasn't going to be enough. I
decided that adding on the 11 mile loop around Mercer Island wasn't going to be enough either. So I
decided to take off quite a bit early, and ride around the bottom of the lake and add maybe another
20 miles or so on the commute home.
I filled both water bottles with ice water. It was middle of the day enough such that the traffic,
both car and bike, was very light. The lake had a summertime smell to it, and there was a nice
tailwind starting out.
At the Renton Municipal Airport, the temperature reading was 92. I toyed with dunking my feet in the
Cedar River to cool them off. I stopped at Coulon Park and refilled with water bottles. All the ice
had melted. I ran my bandana under the tap and saturated it with cold water.
A road work flagger on the Lake Washington trail said, "Isn't it too hot to be bicycling?" I
replied, "no, it's not too hot, it's great!"
After climbing the hill out of Factoria, I stripped off my jersey and finished off one of the water
bottles. Two miles from home I drained the other one, noted that the bandana was completely dry now,
and adjusted my shoes -- my feet had swollen up from the heat.
When I came home I made a half gallon of limeade. I took a cold shower, and spent some time just
running cold water on my head. The limeade was shared with my kids, who had just walked home from
school, and I think I'm going to get up from the computer and finish it off.
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky ([email protected]) Home of the meditative cyclist:
http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm Books just wanna be FREE! See what I mean at:
http://bookcrossing.com/friend/Cpetersky
Join us for our concert June 22 http://www.tiferet.net/zeller_tiferet_poster.pdf
