New commute!

Here is something I wonder about: does an hour of spin class equal an hour of cycling? I do it once a year, when Raul (say Ha-ul), crazy leader of Boca Hawaii, does his annual spinfest fundraiser for epilepsy. As a general rule, I try not to pay to ride a bike, or drive anywhere to ride a bike.. except on this day. Raul spins for 12 hours straight, leading a different spin class every hour. Here he is, somewhere around hour 3:

And here we are.. me, going for the big 2 hours, with a half an hour of internals on a nearby treadmill at the hour mark, to break it up.. and a whole lot of other people riding a bike to nowhere.

Raul and four others went for the full 12 hours. And then he went to Gloria Estefan's show.

I couldn't ride my bike home yesterday because I was on baseball duty, which requires a vehicle. So it had a sleep over party in my office. I hope it had more fun there than I did today, where it was official Let's Have Meetings and Imply That Rachel Is Incompetent to Large Groups of People Day. It was SUPER fun. Especially since I had already completed all the work that was being explained to me as if I were learning to use the big girl potty. Nothing brings back 7th grade like getting passed WTF? notes from everyone else at the table while I draw cherry blossoms on my notepad and pretend to be learning something new and writing it down. But I digress. This is how I got to work today:

I have never run with stuff on my back before. I left heels, a bra and my wallet in my desk, so I didn't have to carry everything. Well, really there are four pairs of shoes under my desk right now. One never knows when they might need knee high flat boots, or four inch heels.. or running shoes, cycling shoes or steel toed boots! OK, five. I must say, I have a new respect for people who run with those camelback things. The backpack was light and totally tethered down, and you can't go wrong with Pata-gucci. But the bouncing never let up. I also forgot how vulnerable one is while running vs. riding. The homeless guy who sleeps in a spiderman mask next to the Waialae Ave. cemetary is much freakier at 8 mph than he is at 20 mph at 5 am. As is the cemetary. And it turns out it takes more than twice as long to run 15 miles as it does to ride it, and that lots of men with full neck tattoos hang out around King and Keeaoumoku at 6 am.