Why You Gotta Be So Mean?

My best intentions were to settle back into a solid, predictable training regimen again, starting today.  I guess you can tell how this is going to turn out, huh?

Today’s schedule called for a strength training session in the morning and a 2000 yard swim in the evening.  I haven’t been in the pool for over a week, so I was really looking forward to the swim.  Alas, it was not to be.

I got the strength training in mostly as planned.  I did push it from 5:30 in the morning to my lunch hour, but I got the full routine done.  I have access to a decent gym again, so I swapped out a few of my normal body weight exercises for weight machine sets like bench and shoulder presses.  I’m not sure that I’ll do that all the time, but it was the first workout of a new month, and I felt like I needed a change.  I enjoyed the workout, and went back to work feeling like I’d accomplished something.

My swim was planned at a local outdoor pool that has lap lines marked on the bottom, but no lanes roped off.  I was hitting the pool immediately after supper, so I hoped it might be relatively empty.  No such luck.  The 20 something bikini and speedo patrol was lounging in the pool, mostly in the lap area.  I considered asking if they’d mind if I swam in between them, but decided against it.  Looks like no swim for tonight.

Fortunately, it was early enough in the evening to change into bike clothes and get in a full 20 miles before dark.  After my last ride from the apartment, I’d decided that I would drive to somewhere more hospitable to start my next outing.  Unfortunately, time wouldn’t really allow me to load the bike up in the car, find somewhere to park, etc, so I headed out on two wheels.

The ride went well, despite a steady headwind outbound.  I’d rather have it outbound than inbound, so that worked out.  The sun was getting low on the horizon, so I tucked my shades in the back pocket of the jersey after about 20 minutes.  The lower the sun got, the more pleasant the evening became temperature-wise, which made the ride even better.

The only downside to this evening’s ride was the occasional goofy or hostile driver who thought it would be helpful/funny/mean to pull up behind or along side me and honk.  I guess it would be too much to ask for them to put themselves in my shoes (or saddle), and imagine what it’s like to be balanced on two skinny little tires, clipping along at 20 mph, tucked down in the aero position, and have someone blast their horn right behind you.  One idiot (and I don’t use that term lightly) actually pulled up next to me, leaned out of the passenger window, and screamed, just to shock/scare/surprise me.  I’ll admit that I jerked pretty hard.  Wonder if he’d have stopped if I’d fallen over and spun out into the traffic lane.  I doubt it.

I guess I don’t get what drivers have against cyclists, for the most part, especially since I was in a designated bike lane.  That is what those diamonds mean in that skinny little lane on the right side, isn’t it?  You know, the one with the BIKE painted on it?  I’d like to ask one of them, why you gotta be so mean?

I’ll try to get my swim in tomorrow night.  I know there are some designated lap pools around the area, so I’ll try to scout one of those out.  I need to get back in the water soon.  Hard to believe my goal triathlon is less than 7 weeks out.  Where did the time go?

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2 Responses to Why You Gotta Be So Mean?

  1. elisariva says:

    Sorry you had a bad experience on the bike today too! Horns and yells drive me nuts. A drive beeped at me just as a light turned red two years ago. I knocked on the window,pointed to the sign of the bike that said “share the road” and told her to use her eyes more than her horn…

  2. Gah! Drivers make me so mad! I don’t understand why they feel that it is necessary to do such things! Also, your title had me singing Taylor Swift.

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