Group ride.

Yesterday looked like this.

Day one of the big weekend involved a impromptu trainer ride with intervals that got progressively shorter, until I finally decided just to sit on the couch and eat my lara bars, because it was cozier. Swimming at Ala Moana during floods is like asking for an infectuous disease.. so I had to can it.

This morning called for a 3.5h ride followed by a 1.5h run, which sounded suspiciously like Ironman training, but I try not to question the man. It was a little wet out when I got on my bike at 6 am, but the flash flood warnings were over. As I rolled down the hill Katherine texted that she was not coming because of the weather. Which left me on my own. 

So I rode over to Boca to catch the group ride, to meet all my super-motivated, fast Boca friends who love to ride. When I turned down Cooke I could almost hear the song from The Good, The Bad & The Ugly as tumble-trash-bags blew down the deserted street. Not a soul in sight. I had 3 x 20 min of time trialing to do, so I headed up the Pali for the first one. So here it is: this is the Boca ride in Nuuanu this morning. It was a quiet group.

And here we all are, having a little rest break at a lookout on Tantalus. I attempted to TT up aero, but had to come out for some of the switchbacks. I would have stopped higher up for a picture, but it seemed there were drug deals going on at each lookout. I didn't want to get shivved, so I took this lonely pic of my giant head half way back down.

Out in Hawaii Kai, we all stopped for a snack after the third TT effort. Note the terrible weather. Ahem, Katherine.

I got off the bike for the 1:30 run a little worried. It's been a long time since I've attempted a proper brick, and the run is often sucky. But today I had legs. After 40' of clicking off 7:15 miles, I had 5 x 6' of cruise intervals to attempt. Solo me + intervals usually = quitting early, crazy justifications, etc.. but I got them all.  I hadn't really nailed a long workout in a long time.. and I forgot how fun it could be.

And it wasn't entirely lonely. I caught Pretty Billy going up the Pali, ran into DJ on Tantalus, saw Jack and Justin after they were nearly decapitated by a cooler lid on Kal Hwy, and ran into the long-MIA Joe Zwack in between intervals near the old folks home. 

Now, as previously mentioned.. the great sunglasses debate. They're Oakley Liv. Sounds like a girly name to me.. but like I said, they do kind of make him look like Elvis. Who gets to keep them?