Saturday, April 22, 2017

Fun. Training. Cross Training, Sort Of. Mostly Fun.

I really thought that I was going to be riding a forty-five mile charity ride this weekend. I was certain of it because last weekend was the last training ride for riders in my class (lazy climb-hating slacker class.) Not to be, though. The actual event is next weekend. I was truly jazzed to do it this weekend, though. I'm in (relatively) good physical shape. I feel comfortable on my bike. I've even bought a jersey, which I thought I would never do; it's a Club Ride jersey. I bought a jersey because I was advised to get one for longer rides in high temperatures. I bought the Club Ride jersey because I look like an utter dork in one of those super-lightweight skin-tight racing deals.
Yup, this will hide how fat I really am.
I'm still of the "if I can't ride in my normal clothes, it's not worth it" school. I already wear padded shorts and cycling gloves. That seems like enough to me.

So...today's training ride. It was an eight mile loop with a stop at four miles. The return portion of the loop was weight training; I carried six extra pounds (of coffee beans) at that point. You might almost think this was an errand and not a training ride.

It wasn't a fun ride, really. For most of it I felt as if I was pedaling through mud. My legs felt as if they were filled with lead. Pick your own cliches. So...time for a break from bicycling.

I went home, picked up my wife, and we drove out to the MUP where I usually bike. We walked a six-mile loop. The funny thing...um, maybe not funny, but...my legs can usually get me where I want to go when I'm on a bike. But walking is an entirely different thing. Yeah, you knew that, your sister and brother knew it, your friend one town over knew that, but somehow I've never thought of it.

We ended up at the Rosie The Riveter WWII Home Front historical center in Richmond, CA. During WWII, Richmond was a center for shipbuilding, and many of the shipbuilders, welders and such, were women. The permanent exhibit at this historical center tells their story.


The Rosie The Riveter historical center is a very small building, but the story it tells is huge. It would take a book or several to adequately present all the information alluded to in the multimedia presentation the building houses. I'm not even going to try. But if you go to the web site, remember that this is part of the National Park Service, which is being badly defunded even as you read this.

Ah, I almost went into politics there. Rather than write too much more, I'm going to close with a series of pictures I took from the MUP on our way out to the historical center. These will bring home that the center is in the middle of a large park.


I don't know if I've mentioned this, but parts of this park are right on the bay (that's the San Francisco Bay, although we on this side of the bridge just call it the bay.)



I might normally comment these pictures, but I can only say that they're things I saw while I was having a great deal of fun.

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