There are many things I like about biking. I like my bike. I like going fast on my bike. I like wearing cute bike outfits while going fast on my bike. I do not, however, like biking with Beemers.
Yes, it's most often the Beemers, driven by Orange County sixteen-somethings, that terrorize cyclists on the roads. I've decided that Beemers either a). don't like people wearing helmets and spandex or b). have serious anger issues and need to unleash their aggression while in Drive. Whatever the case may be, Tim and I have perfected the Beemer response. Tim yells expletives while I make an unintelligble screech and wave both my arms at the Beemer operator. I'm pretty sure we grab the attention of every driver except the Beemer operator (because he's already six miles down the road...see what I mean about the aggression?).
Enough about the Beemers though. Tim thought I should tell you that a pick-up truck honked at me while we were on a 70 mile ride last weekend. It must have been the cute bike outfit...
(Thank goodness Ford sponsors Ironman Arizona.)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
And We're Off...
Now that I'm out of school for the summer, and now that the Tour de France has ended, I'm finding myself with 20 extra minutes in the day. So I've decided to start "Team Middleton," a blog that will document our Ironman-in-training life.
Tim and I are swimming, biking, running and eating our way toward Ironman Arizona on Sunday, November 22nd. With less than four months till D-Day, we're feeling pretty good...and awfully hungry.
"If this were easy, everyone would do it," said pro triathlete Chris McCormack at Kona in 2008. Forget easy, Chris - my mom thinks what we're doing is barbaric. But that's part of the Ironman allure. How hard can you push yourself? How many miles can you bike in four hours and 30 minutes? How fast can you swim 2,500 yards? And, in my case, how many times must you dismount to use the restroom on a Saturday morning ride?
You and I (and Tim) will find out. Because, even though Tim would like nothing more than to fly below the radar, Ironman documentation is a must. We're crazy, we're addicted, we're having the time of our lives, we're buying more Butt Butter and Body Glide and bagels than ever before...and we're looking forward to upping the mileage.
It's way past my bedtime now and we've got an early morning ride. Thanks for reading - talk to you soon.
Tim and I are swimming, biking, running and eating our way toward Ironman Arizona on Sunday, November 22nd. With less than four months till D-Day, we're feeling pretty good...and awfully hungry.
"If this were easy, everyone would do it," said pro triathlete Chris McCormack at Kona in 2008. Forget easy, Chris - my mom thinks what we're doing is barbaric. But that's part of the Ironman allure. How hard can you push yourself? How many miles can you bike in four hours and 30 minutes? How fast can you swim 2,500 yards? And, in my case, how many times must you dismount to use the restroom on a Saturday morning ride?
You and I (and Tim) will find out. Because, even though Tim would like nothing more than to fly below the radar, Ironman documentation is a must. We're crazy, we're addicted, we're having the time of our lives, we're buying more Butt Butter and Body Glide and bagels than ever before...and we're looking forward to upping the mileage.
It's way past my bedtime now and we've got an early morning ride. Thanks for reading - talk to you soon.
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