Hola!
So I know that I shouldn't complain, since it's usually around 20 degrees here (celcius -- I still haven't figured out this farenheit thing), but I HATE riding in the fog. It has nothing to do with safety. If you asked TCTMJ he'd tell you that safety isn't really my middle name (he's prone to exaggeration though) and I do turn my light on when there's fog. No, I hate the cold wetness. Your clothes get sticky. Your glove get soaked. And worst of all you get the helmet drip. Yuck. It's foggy out now and I'm procrastinating. I don't want to do intervals with helmet drip.

In other news, I've had some fun since the Tour of Tuscon. I rode down to San Diego, rode in the rain, and rode in Joshua Tree (fun, right?) I also went climbing for the first time in at least a year (rock, not road). It was humbling, to say the least. But so much more fun than riding. Even though Josh was a zoo and we had to be industrious to find good crags (sorry for the bad punctuation -- I am out of coffee).

The holidays are approaching. Unfortunately the moose will not be returning to her native land during the snowy months. sigh. To ease my sadness, I think I'd like this:


That would make me super fast. If anyone would like to buy it for me, I'll put your name on my jersey?

Tomorrow is looking up: A three hour coffee ride with Coach D. I've discovered a new coffee shop on Balboa called Alta. It should be fun.

Now I must do my not-so-secret training.
Au revoir!

Do you know there are people, in my age bracket, who don't drink coffee?!?!  What's the matter with them?  

Ok, so it's not Canada cold, but it was 7 degrees Celsius when I got on my bike this morning.  I had on a long sleeved craft base-layer, jersey, arm warmers, jacket, knee warmers, and shorts (of course -- or maybe not "of course," says the absent-minded philosopher).  I also wore ear bags.  I love ear bags.  (I don't look quite as sexy as the models do, only because I have a helmet on though.)  And long sleeved gloves.  Of course by 8:30 I was ridiculously hot and ended up with a huge back pack.  Then the bloody Santa Ana's kicked in.  blech.  But good for my monster wattage.  Tonight there's a low of 8.  brrr.

I haven't updated in a while, but much has happened.  Let's see....Once upon a time there was a girl named Cara who was obsessed with riding her bike.  Wait, that's not new.

This no coffee thing sucks.  ugh.  I have a headache and I'm cranky.