Tinkering.

I have been playing with Clementine. I am not allowed to ride, but I can tinker! I am convinced that the IT band that has rendered me useless is angry about my bike position. ELF suggests I rub beer on it for a while then try to sweet talk it into spinning.. that might be the next step. Since Arizona, I have been on the bike once, for about 23 seconds, until realizing it was physically impossible to spin a full pedal rotation. I just wanted a smidgen of data for the new power tap, but it was not meant to be.  So with too much time and energy on my hands, my excellent bike maintenance skills and I just stripped the screw on the seat post, so hopefully that's the right seat height. Forever. 

I am facing at least a month of recovery time. I wore my running shoes to work today because I missed them. This fashion faux pas is a clear indicator of the mental instability 10 days of recovery bring. But really, I was already wearing a mini skirt made for someone 15 years younger than me, so what did I have to lose? I did not, for the record, wear compression socks to complete the fashion crisis. Henry pretended not to know me when I showed up at school to pick him up. By the third week of recovery I might be picking him up in my aero helmet.

Because hawaii training photos have already been requested, and I have no actual training to talk about, here's a very staged one, taken by the awesome Joss, whose photos you see in Title Nine and Patagonia.. that's January on the West Side...