Thursday, November 28, 2013

Trot up Ham

Another Thanksgiving.  And that means time to trot up Mt. Ham!   This year, The Boyfriend and I left a half hour earlier than the start for the LKHC event.  I haven't been on the bike for ages for a number of reasons; and I wasn't sure how I'd fare.  Mr. Bill, in his yellow banana, passed me at about 4.5 miles.  The first wave of LKHCers steamed past me around mile 8.  If you do the math, it's kind of pathetic but I was impressed with myself.  Being surrounded by mostly male cyclists was quite motivating.  Hmm, wonder why...  Here I am at mile 17.53 at 2 hrs. 25 min.  An excellent time for me especially given lack of training.  Please refrain from laughing too much.  It's also where I met The BF coming down, so, I turned around and trotted back down.

There goes The BF.  I practically forgot about the 6'6 Canadian from Ottawa who sat next to me on the plane a few weeks ago.   Ah, I like this view...  Great outing.  I'm back on the bike and ready to trot some more.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

A Thorn in My Wood

Once again, I am off the bike for a few weeks due to medical reasons.  So, I said to The Boyfriend, "Entertain Me."  To which I expected, you know, a massage, or a manicure, or a pedicure, or bonbons, scallops in butter, a trip to Paris.  I mean really, do I ask for much?

So what does said Boyfriend suggest.  A walk in Thornewood Park in Woodside.  Yes, of course, the first thing I would have thought to do...  oh oh, I'm going to be in trouble when he reads this.

We tried to enter it from 84 but lo and behold, a tree had fallen and the road was not passable.  We entered from Old La Honda, which actually was the nicer entrance.  Our 2 mile or so walk was quite spectacular.  We came across a ranger in uniform, with blond hair, blue eyes ... rangers, firemen, police officers, they seem to be around wherever I am.  The ranger removed the fallen tree!

But of course, I did not notice the ranger with the blond hair and blue eyes, rippling muscles in uniform because I only have eyes for The Boyfriend.

Alas, The BF knows what I need. A good outing in fresh but chilly air, the smell of redwood, pine needles, fallen leaves and earth, to help me get healthy once again.  Though buttery croissants and brie in Montmartre would have probably worked equally as well.  But we had some pie and coffee at the Woodside Bakery and that was just fine.  Especially because I was with my man.