If you really want to know my workout secret, study some of the worst golf course designers of the past century. Study them well. You'll find that they know how bad their designs are, so they construct their course so as to keep leading you away from the clubhouse, so that after the 9th hole you find yourself faced with a decision: "Well, should we just walk in? I guess we might as well play this piece of crap back towards the clubhouse, huh?" Therein lies the secret to my workout. Keep running or pedaling as far as you can, and when you can't go any farther, you'll find that you still have to get back home. Tricky, huh?
So I find myself about 80 miles from my boat, in La Jolla, sitting at my favorite coffee shop ever, Pannikin Coffee & Tea, at the corner of Girard & Pearl. Okay, Google Earth says I'm only 12.5 miles from Harbor Island right now, but it's probably a little off. As I don't have the experienced butt of a real bicyclist, it feels like 80.
You should have seen me, though... I got my first flat tire ever, and had to literally carry my bike to a bike shop because I didn't have any repair gear with me. Well, I didn't have to carry it, but I did, initially, because I remember guys doing that in the Tour de France after a wipeout + flat. So there I am carrying my bike across the busy road, and people surely were thinking: "Wow, that must be a really nice bike." But then I realized that in the Tour de France they're carrying their bikes because the rims are completely gnarled up from their crash, and won't even turn. I just had a flat. So I set my bike down and just rolled it four blocks to the shop.
I should say a few words about the new feature of my blog: Twitter. I'm sure there are those of you out there who are thinking it's sort of a security risk, to be telling everyone what I'm doing at any moment of the day, but really, it's a tactic. I mean, I'm agile, like a cat, so by the time I post anything and the bad guys / assasins could scramble to find me, I'll already be gone. I'm just doing my part for our country: consuming their resources. Fun, huh? Unless I say something like: I'll be here at Pannikin for the next three hours, working, drinking coffee, having lunch, skulking next door at the greatest bookstore ever, D.G. Wills, and then ambling down to Windansea to watch the sunset and the (forecast) big swells roll in before meandering back to the boat. That would be dangerous.
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