Today is thankfully only in the 80s, and while I don't mind the heat in the morning, the heat in the evening is a killer when I'm stuck behind buses & trucks.
So I am about 5 minutes early on my ride today because the rarity of being able to hop on an express double-decker at jamaica happened. It's good in the sense that I'm not cramped and claustrophobic on the ride and therefore not hideously anxious to get on the road.
There is so much dust-debris-soot-(if possible)-specks-pebbles in the air and ground as I cross 29th -- especially where the postal & fedex trucks dock. The place is a haven during bad and cold weather but it's awful in the summer. The other spot like that is on the way back on Church Street near Park Place. You can't keep your eyes wide open. I keep my mouth closed, too, when I'm in both locations.
On the highway I saw many familiar faces in passing but they were about 5 minutes behind where they'd normally be which is kind of cool because it means I've set a solid pace for myself.
There was one guy who was near 15th st just by the tourist-y Chelsea Piers spot -- he's unfamiliar but dressed as though going for a run with the white "umbros"-style shirt and running shorts and headphones. But this guy had his hand deep in/under his underwear. You knew it was his underwear because if he were fixing something outside it he'd have to use his thumb to differentiate between shorts & briefs. But he had his hand deep in there but wasn't moving up and down real fast -- that would've made sense. It was almost like he was checking for testicular cancer but the odd thing was he didn't walk off to the side or anything like that. No, this Rich Vos-looking dude was in the runners' lane (to my right) but facing me and the traffic. And staring! Just creepy. There's a public bathroom in the Chelsea Piers so use that one, you weirdo.
I began reading Hermann Hesse's Beneath the Wheel today. Ever since I read Siddhartha in late '09 I've wanted to read another of his works and this seems to be the next logical step. So far it's fine I'm only 15 pgs in.
My legs are pretty sore -- I worked them out hardcore on Saturday and didn't feel the effects until last night. When I know I'll have a couple of days in between bike rides I like to tear them up at the gym with squats and some machine work. I like the feeling of soreness because it is not pain -- it's merely a reminder that I've done some good work previously and also a precursor for how bad I will feel if I don't keep up this type of training for the triathlon and, more importantly, for life. However, I know when it's too much and I will not run during lunch.
I made it to the office almost 10 minutes early. Thank you for reading.
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