I actually said that. I didn’t mean to. At least not while I was grocery shopping in Wegmans on Saturday night. Yes, the Eggers live large friends. Large. (I realize I am totally off blogging schedule. But I am sure you can handle it.)
“That’s a good idea to say!” The woman smiled at me, as I tried to hide my embarrassment.
On your left is the courteous thing to say when passing a cyclist. In triathlon, you pass on the left. For races that are non drafting this gives the cyclist you are passing a warning, just in case they are about to make a pass on someone ahead of them. The last thing you want is to be passing a cyclist and have them slide over to the left and cause a crash.
Some people actually think it’s a rude thing to say. In many a race rules it states this: …
“YOU MUST RIDE TO THE RIGHT AT ALL TIMES UNLESS IN THE MIDST OF A PASSING MANEVEUR. … CALL OUT YOUR POSITION AND LET THEM KNOW YOU’RE “ON THEIR LEFT”
It’s not being rude, it’s being safe. It doesn’t mean we can’t stay BFF. We will just do that after the race. Until then head down and stay right.
But in Wegmans, dear lord it just fell out of my mouth. I was grateful that it wasn’t interpreted as rude. I was prepared to explain. I am sorry I just spend so much time on the bike peeing myself that it just came out.
That would have gone over well I am sure.
That’s sometimes what happens during big volume training weeks. However please know and believe that I did not then blow a snot rocket and grab a bottle of spring water, dump it over my head and throw it towards the nearest hockey net to avoid a littering penalty.
I have some presence about me. Most of the time.
Like tomorrow morning, when there is a little bit of snow on the ground and I am going to go swim outside in an 82 degree pool. My parka hasn’t arrived yet but that’s ok. My favorite people will be there to jump with me, and thereby commencing the outdoor swimming season. The next indoor swim I will have will be November 1st.
And there are miles to cover between now and then.
To top off my pool happiness, in two weeks the pool at the NTC is likely to be set up on Long Course Meters.
LONG. COURSE. METERS. OUTSIDE.
I might have to smoke a damn cigarette after that practice.
“The swim workouts we wrote up are nasty!” Jesse promised me.
Make that a two cigarettes coach. Hit me where I live. I don’t get excited by diamonds, I get excited by carbon fiber, threshold wattage and outdoor LONG COURSE METERS.
My poor husband. Actually, my LUCKY husband. I could be one of those women who brushes their hair and scoffs at the idea of a new powermeter. Who tells him don’t buy new wheels. Who plans vacations outside of races. Who the hell does that?
“We are the weird people on the street” Curt said to me the other night. “Because we work out?” I said to him. “I MET you on a 50 mile bike ride. It’s not like we just started this gig.” If training makes us weird then I am proud to be president. After 10 years, our neighbors know what we are about. It ain’t a secret anymore.
So I called out on your left while grocery shopping. I regularly change in parking lots. The back of my car is my locker room. I get excited by looking at tubular tires and neoprene. I don’t see what’s weird about that.
Tick tock tick tock. Almost time for the pool to open.
In the meantime, I have a bike test to complete, make that two bike tests. Too much time has somehow become too little time as I prepare for Qt2 Camp. The days at camp are scheduled to last over 12 hours. I am not sure when I will find time to keep in touch but I will. Always do.
No worries friends…. I will have a full update on Saturday on how swimming in the snow went. Until then, make sure you order your ROAD ID, becasue road season is upon us!