After last post, I had dinner, removed the clothes from the laundry area, washed the dishes, brushed my teeth and I was heading for the bed (it was 10:10pm),I noticed that my knee was not hurting any more, and “thought” of going out to jog a little bit. Five minutes later, I was all dress up for running, in my car, driving to the Causeway (where I love going for running). At 10:40pm, I had arrived, and was setting up the heart monitor.
The Causeway was empty, just as I like it. Today I was trying up an adidas ClimaCool sweeter I just bought this afternoon. I know I will not want to run with regular cotton sweeter any more. I still sweated, but that fabric made the sweat evaporate or something. It really kept cool. Or maybe it was a combination of a nice breeze plus a psychological effect.
It is great to jog, when time is not important. When you know, you do not have anything else to do, and it does not matter how long it takes what you are doing at the moment. It takes all the pressure off, and let’s you just enjoy the ride… So I took it easy, I was above my programmed max rate (158bpm) for only two minutes, and that was at the end, when I was finishing.
As I was stretching, I noticed how quiet the place was (I mean, it was almost midnight, everybody was gone). I love those feelings of peace and quiet that I get after a late night exercise. I finished my half an hour stretch and headed home. As I was driving, a small rain started up, and became quite strong right after I got thru my home door. It made me feel so lucky. I mean, I was out, on a totally impulsive drive to jog, and it just started to rain when I came back home? I am not a religious man, but sometimes I just feel so lucky.
It is still raining a little bit. I’ll take a shower now, and head for the bed. I sleep so well when it is raining. Not only because the environment is very fresh, but because of the psychological effects of having the rain outside, but feeling secure inside home.
Is life good or what?
Monday, September 27, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Life as usual.
I had a flu. It was an unusual event. Not only because I really do not get sick often, but because it lasted a week.
I am not sure if it happened due to sleep deprivation, or the weather, or both. That week was hard; I noticed how much I am addicted to exercise. But finally I got over it, and continued life as usual.
So I went yesterday to ride my bike, for fun, at the Causeway. I spent 3 hours there, either riding, relaxing or taking pictures.
And then, as usual, I got hungry and had to go.
Athens seemed like a god place, as it allows me to eat outside the range of the powerful air conditioner units. I had the usual, a veggie pizza, and added an orange juice (that was real orange juice).
On my way out, I ran into Carolina, this is the second time I ran into her this week, odd. On the plus side, I am glad I am over that silly crush...
And now, some pictures :P
This is the "Puente de las Américas", from here is where Felix Baumgartner just jumped on September 15, I believe.
This is a 330-foot bridge that connects North and South America.
I stopped to sit on a bench, relax and see the sunset.
The sunset again, from the other side of the street.
And again?
This is a monument in the memories of the general Omar Torrijos Herrera. He died under suspicious circumstances (when a plane blew up in the sky). This is a thumb, and has some bronze soldiers guarding it. His son is has just been elected president, so most likely this monument will be beautified with lights soon.
Guess where? Still at Causeway.
At the very end of the Causeway, at the Flamenco Island, there is a Marina. And there are a few boats on land.
And last, this is the restaurant where I had dinner.
And now, a bunch of pictures from Cerro Azul, just before I got the flu.
They where shot on the weekend of the 18 and 19 of September. Some of them, quite early in the morning.
I am not sure if it happened due to sleep deprivation, or the weather, or both. That week was hard; I noticed how much I am addicted to exercise. But finally I got over it, and continued life as usual.
So I went yesterday to ride my bike, for fun, at the Causeway. I spent 3 hours there, either riding, relaxing or taking pictures.
And then, as usual, I got hungry and had to go.
Athens seemed like a god place, as it allows me to eat outside the range of the powerful air conditioner units. I had the usual, a veggie pizza, and added an orange juice (that was real orange juice).
On my way out, I ran into Carolina, this is the second time I ran into her this week, odd. On the plus side, I am glad I am over that silly crush...
And now, some pictures :P
This is the "Puente de las Américas", from here is where Felix Baumgartner just jumped on September 15, I believe.
This is a 330-foot bridge that connects North and South America.
I stopped to sit on a bench, relax and see the sunset.
The sunset again, from the other side of the street.
And again?
This is a monument in the memories of the general Omar Torrijos Herrera. He died under suspicious circumstances (when a plane blew up in the sky). This is a thumb, and has some bronze soldiers guarding it. His son is has just been elected president, so most likely this monument will be beautified with lights soon.
Guess where? Still at Causeway.
At the very end of the Causeway, at the Flamenco Island, there is a Marina. And there are a few boats on land.
And last, this is the restaurant where I had dinner.
And now, a bunch of pictures from Cerro Azul, just before I got the flu.
They where shot on the weekend of the 18 and 19 of September. Some of them, quite early in the morning.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Delirium of a dark night, and a brilliant moon.
I don’t know for sure why most people write on their blogs, but I tend to believe that it is, in some way to share thoughts about anything, mostly about their lives.
I don’t know if I am an unusual case or not. I started writing this blog, kneeing that nobody was reading it. It was a blog just for myself, hidden in a world of others.
Now, once I knew that people where looking at my blog, I found myself not wanting to write on it any more.
Tonight the sky is dark, and lightly clouded. The moon is not full, but bright. It creates some sort of mystic effect and halo with the clouds that surrounds it. A beauty that has to be appreciated with your own eyes. A digital camera (at least mine, or maybe is a photographer issue :P ) is unable to capture the emotions of the scene.
I am listening to the album “Brilliant Midnight”, by “Caroline Lavelle”. It really sets a peaceful mood.
Back to the thoughts about my blog. I feel that this goes a bit deeper.
I noticed I do not like the feeling of “maybe” being rated. I remember back in high school, I was good in math. And my teacher inscribed me into a contest, which I refused to participate. Contest day arrived, and I was totally negative about it. I stated, I have not spent a single minute preparing for this, I am not participating. But I had to do the test anyways. And as strange as it may appear, I got second place. Even more strange, it wasn’t even important to me. I didn’t even remember it until graduation day, when my name was called for that.
And maybe, that is why I never liked team sports. Like football, basketball, tennis, etc. But liked diving and cycling, as they are possible to be done alone, escaping from the possibility of being compared or rated against others.
I find more pleasure doing things for the fun of it, rather than to compete or win against somebody. Even activities in witch I am better than my friends. Showing off feels like an empty victory. On the other hand, pushing myself to the limits, let’s say riding my bike alone, knowing that I have broken my previous limits, fills me with pride. It feels like a real victory to me.
Maybe I am just different.
Or maybe there are others like me, but I have not noticed them. I guess people like this are not really interested in getting noticed.
I don’t know if I am an unusual case or not. I started writing this blog, kneeing that nobody was reading it. It was a blog just for myself, hidden in a world of others.
Now, once I knew that people where looking at my blog, I found myself not wanting to write on it any more.
Tonight the sky is dark, and lightly clouded. The moon is not full, but bright. It creates some sort of mystic effect and halo with the clouds that surrounds it. A beauty that has to be appreciated with your own eyes. A digital camera (at least mine, or maybe is a photographer issue :P ) is unable to capture the emotions of the scene.
I am listening to the album “Brilliant Midnight”, by “Caroline Lavelle”. It really sets a peaceful mood.
Back to the thoughts about my blog. I feel that this goes a bit deeper.
I noticed I do not like the feeling of “maybe” being rated. I remember back in high school, I was good in math. And my teacher inscribed me into a contest, which I refused to participate. Contest day arrived, and I was totally negative about it. I stated, I have not spent a single minute preparing for this, I am not participating. But I had to do the test anyways. And as strange as it may appear, I got second place. Even more strange, it wasn’t even important to me. I didn’t even remember it until graduation day, when my name was called for that.
And maybe, that is why I never liked team sports. Like football, basketball, tennis, etc. But liked diving and cycling, as they are possible to be done alone, escaping from the possibility of being compared or rated against others.
I find more pleasure doing things for the fun of it, rather than to compete or win against somebody. Even activities in witch I am better than my friends. Showing off feels like an empty victory. On the other hand, pushing myself to the limits, let’s say riding my bike alone, knowing that I have broken my previous limits, fills me with pride. It feels like a real victory to me.
Maybe I am just different.
Or maybe there are others like me, but I have not noticed them. I guess people like this are not really interested in getting noticed.
Monday, September 13, 2004
A true friend.
We read and hear everywhere how friends are supposed to be, honest with us. But we ever hardly want that.
Usually, when we have issues, we look for comfort, rather than the true.
I have this friend I met about a year ago. She looks good, but at first instance I disliked her. Her personality was too difficult to digest. Later in time, I got to know her better, and some quite different feelings arisen. I would like to excuse my behavior with the rush of hormones traveling thru my veins, but I know my brain was in control all the time. Things I said came from my brain (some would name this my heart). After I expressed how I felt, the friendship was compromised. We got distant, we still are.
Something I did noticed when we were closer *friends*, she would give me advices that would hurt me. At first I used to think she was rude and touch less. But later I figured out it was me. Sometimes we are so used to our ways, that we resist change. Is not that we can’t see it, actually is more like we do NOT want to see them. But they are very clear to others. And my friend had the ability to pinpoint them.
Today, after about a year of little communication, I still call her once in a while, to talk about my issues. And it still crushes my ego when I do so, and I have to resist giving excuses of why I am like that. But after a while, the idea settles down, and becomes clear. And then I wonder how I didn’t see this before.
Thank you Lina, for being a true friend.
Usually, when we have issues, we look for comfort, rather than the true.
I have this friend I met about a year ago. She looks good, but at first instance I disliked her. Her personality was too difficult to digest. Later in time, I got to know her better, and some quite different feelings arisen. I would like to excuse my behavior with the rush of hormones traveling thru my veins, but I know my brain was in control all the time. Things I said came from my brain (some would name this my heart). After I expressed how I felt, the friendship was compromised. We got distant, we still are.
Something I did noticed when we were closer *friends*, she would give me advices that would hurt me. At first I used to think she was rude and touch less. But later I figured out it was me. Sometimes we are so used to our ways, that we resist change. Is not that we can’t see it, actually is more like we do NOT want to see them. But they are very clear to others. And my friend had the ability to pinpoint them.
Today, after about a year of little communication, I still call her once in a while, to talk about my issues. And it still crushes my ego when I do so, and I have to resist giving excuses of why I am like that. But after a while, the idea settles down, and becomes clear. And then I wonder how I didn’t see this before.
Thank you Lina, for being a true friend.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
The sun will rise after the storm.
It was raining last night, all night. Apparently there is a hurricane over Cuba, and since we are close we get some side effects.
Anyway, I love when it rains all night. It is when I sleep the best.
At 7:25am, I just opened my eyes, don’t know why, the alarm was not setup.
But I felt good, and jumped out of the bed, and decided to take a ride.
I had a light breakfast, packed the bike, and started the drive to the Causeway.
I had doubts on the way, it was still raining briefly, and traffic was terrible.
But as I kept going pass the business areas, traffic decreased. After Chorrillo, there was no traffic.
I had the windows down, and I felt cold. The dashboard thermometer indicated outside temperature to be 23C. It could have been less, as the sensor is somewhere on the air intake of the engine. It is supposedly to be important on diesel engines, but I am not doing Paris Dakar.
Well, I arrived and rode for a while. Today the wind was very strong and reversed. It usually helps you as you ride in, and goes against you as you ride out. But today was the opposite. Probably another storm side effect. The sky was cloudy and dark, but almost no rain. On the other hand I could barely see the city. The buildings had disappeared behind a grey cloud. I guess it was raining big time.
This is a picture I took, at 8:35am, it shows a nice grey cloud over my head.
But where I was, it was peaceful, and almost empty. I had the opportunity to race my bike. I reached the 40km/h for about a minute or two. The wind was on my back, helping me out.
As I was stretching, the sun came out. Warm and bright. The wet grass reflected the sun in a vibrant green color. The thought of saying there for another hour crossed my mind. But the light breakfast I had in the morning would not allow me to.
I finished my stretch and left. Happy. I am glad I went.
PD: The camera batteries died so no pictures of the sunny day.
Anyway, I love when it rains all night. It is when I sleep the best.
At 7:25am, I just opened my eyes, don’t know why, the alarm was not setup.
But I felt good, and jumped out of the bed, and decided to take a ride.
I had a light breakfast, packed the bike, and started the drive to the Causeway.
I had doubts on the way, it was still raining briefly, and traffic was terrible.
But as I kept going pass the business areas, traffic decreased. After Chorrillo, there was no traffic.
I had the windows down, and I felt cold. The dashboard thermometer indicated outside temperature to be 23C. It could have been less, as the sensor is somewhere on the air intake of the engine. It is supposedly to be important on diesel engines, but I am not doing Paris Dakar.
Well, I arrived and rode for a while. Today the wind was very strong and reversed. It usually helps you as you ride in, and goes against you as you ride out. But today was the opposite. Probably another storm side effect. The sky was cloudy and dark, but almost no rain. On the other hand I could barely see the city. The buildings had disappeared behind a grey cloud. I guess it was raining big time.
This is a picture I took, at 8:35am, it shows a nice grey cloud over my head.
But where I was, it was peaceful, and almost empty. I had the opportunity to race my bike. I reached the 40km/h for about a minute or two. The wind was on my back, helping me out.
As I was stretching, the sun came out. Warm and bright. The wet grass reflected the sun in a vibrant green color. The thought of saying there for another hour crossed my mind. But the light breakfast I had in the morning would not allow me to.
I finished my stretch and left. Happy. I am glad I went.
PD: The camera batteries died so no pictures of the sunny day.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Experimenting.
About a week ago, someone asked me, “what is your resting pulse?”.
I said 58, as it has always been that. And I thought it was good! Until Carolina said she had 42bpm.
Well, 58ppm has been my resting pulse for the last 10 years. At least that is what the electrocardiograms have shown.
Tonight, I was thinking about it, and did a little test.
I set the environment as relaxing as possible.
Turned on the air conditioner, lights out, a scented candle and some soft music.
I placed the cardio strap on, started the clock, and waited.
After ten minutes, I stopped it, and recalled the average from memory.
It shows 48bpm.
But I am not sure if that is a “resting” pulse, or a “falling asleep” pulse.
I said 58, as it has always been that. And I thought it was good! Until Carolina said she had 42bpm.
Well, 58ppm has been my resting pulse for the last 10 years. At least that is what the electrocardiograms have shown.
Tonight, I was thinking about it, and did a little test.
I set the environment as relaxing as possible.
Turned on the air conditioner, lights out, a scented candle and some soft music.
I placed the cardio strap on, started the clock, and waited.
After ten minutes, I stopped it, and recalled the average from memory.
It shows 48bpm.
But I am not sure if that is a “resting” pulse, or a “falling asleep” pulse.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
The anticipation of death, is worst than death itself
Last Saturday, I had the opportunity to practice a rappel activity with the rappel club.
A year ago I did rappel from a bridge with another group.
On my previous experience, my legs where shaking like if I was trying to shake the bridge.
I thought that for this time, that wouldn’t happen, as I am getting better on controlling my emotions.
There were constant delays on that morning. First at the meeting point, the instructor and the safety guy would not arrive.
That was not that bad, as it gave me an opportunity to meet the other guys, and learn about other interesting activities.
Jorge and Francisco arrived half an hour late. Jorge seemed like he had just woke up. I am just meeting these guys, and surely they are not giving a great first impression. Anyway, we got moving all together to the bridge.
On the site, Jorge and Francisco started to setup the ropes. But they didn’t seem to convinced of what they where doing.
Meanwhile, another organizer was trying a group dynamic, to get to know each other, and to relax people, I supposed.
I was with them for a little while, but quickly left, and started assisting the guys thaw where setting up the anchor points.
More delays, they didn’t seem to agree where and how to anchor, and went back and forth between giving the equipment to the people and setting up the ropes. At this point, I felt it. Anxiety started to back fire big time.
Finally the ropes where set, and Jorge, the *instructor* started his descend. I volunteered to be the first guy after him. My mind was killing me. I had to either go, or don’t go at all.
As I started to lean back on the edge of the bridge, it started again, seemed like I was trying to shake the bridge. My legs felt rather heavy and difficult to move. I could see how my face must have look like, by just looking at the other guys face. But I kept going. Probably not in a very stylish way, but I managed to get head down on the edge of the bridge. And then there was the easy part, just let it slide…
Someone commented that I was a bad influence, as I did my rappel upside down. But hey, people had a lot more fun that way. Just like the Thumb Rider movie.
When I got to the ground, I felt euphoric. All the anxiety that I had at the beginning, had transformed into good feelings.
There was a 15 years old girl, Nicole, and we got along really well. We did some of the rappels together. Se would do as I did, upside down. I would wait on the rope, for her to be in position, and do the rappel together. It was as if we knew each other for a long time, but I had just met her there.
The second and third rappel felt easier and easier. And then I felt it was enough. I just sat on the edge of the bridge to watch others have fun. Nicole did at least six rappels. Seemed like she had an endless reserve of energy.
On one occasion, as she passed next to me to do another rappel, I said she was tireless today. And then it hit me, “Today?”, I just met her. It is amazing how the brain works. There is another girl I know, Lina, which did rappel with me last year, and was just as Nicole, full of energy. In my mind, thoughts or emotions must have been mixed up. I was treating Nicole, as if she was my friend Lina.
Well, here are some pictures of the event.
A year ago I did rappel from a bridge with another group.
On my previous experience, my legs where shaking like if I was trying to shake the bridge.
I thought that for this time, that wouldn’t happen, as I am getting better on controlling my emotions.
There were constant delays on that morning. First at the meeting point, the instructor and the safety guy would not arrive.
That was not that bad, as it gave me an opportunity to meet the other guys, and learn about other interesting activities.
Jorge and Francisco arrived half an hour late. Jorge seemed like he had just woke up. I am just meeting these guys, and surely they are not giving a great first impression. Anyway, we got moving all together to the bridge.
On the site, Jorge and Francisco started to setup the ropes. But they didn’t seem to convinced of what they where doing.
Meanwhile, another organizer was trying a group dynamic, to get to know each other, and to relax people, I supposed.
I was with them for a little while, but quickly left, and started assisting the guys thaw where setting up the anchor points.
More delays, they didn’t seem to agree where and how to anchor, and went back and forth between giving the equipment to the people and setting up the ropes. At this point, I felt it. Anxiety started to back fire big time.
Finally the ropes where set, and Jorge, the *instructor* started his descend. I volunteered to be the first guy after him. My mind was killing me. I had to either go, or don’t go at all.
As I started to lean back on the edge of the bridge, it started again, seemed like I was trying to shake the bridge. My legs felt rather heavy and difficult to move. I could see how my face must have look like, by just looking at the other guys face. But I kept going. Probably not in a very stylish way, but I managed to get head down on the edge of the bridge. And then there was the easy part, just let it slide…
Someone commented that I was a bad influence, as I did my rappel upside down. But hey, people had a lot more fun that way. Just like the Thumb Rider movie.
When I got to the ground, I felt euphoric. All the anxiety that I had at the beginning, had transformed into good feelings.
There was a 15 years old girl, Nicole, and we got along really well. We did some of the rappels together. Se would do as I did, upside down. I would wait on the rope, for her to be in position, and do the rappel together. It was as if we knew each other for a long time, but I had just met her there.
The second and third rappel felt easier and easier. And then I felt it was enough. I just sat on the edge of the bridge to watch others have fun. Nicole did at least six rappels. Seemed like she had an endless reserve of energy.
On one occasion, as she passed next to me to do another rappel, I said she was tireless today. And then it hit me, “Today?”, I just met her. It is amazing how the brain works. There is another girl I know, Lina, which did rappel with me last year, and was just as Nicole, full of energy. In my mind, thoughts or emotions must have been mixed up. I was treating Nicole, as if she was my friend Lina.
Well, here are some pictures of the event.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
It happened again.
I don’t know what it is. But it happened again.
Once again I not only felt a deep mental peace, but extremely energetic and “happy”.
That strange feeling of “everything will be ok”.
Today was a rather cloudy day, with some rain in the afternoon.
At 3 o’clock I was arriving home, and my friend Jelix informed me he was going to the pool, and asked if I wanted to join.
I was kind of surprised with the idea, the sky was so dark that seemed it was going to fall on us. But I do not know whay, I said, yea! Let’s go.
The pool wasn’t as empty as other days. So Jelix and I were not on continuous lanes. I actually took one of the lanes that the pros use. You know, the ones separated with plastic floating wires. Anyway as we didn’t have the opportunity to talk or even check the progress of each other, we just swim and swim. I did my first 10 rounds (1km) in 27 minutes. Then I took a break. And then was informed that pretty soon I would have to leave the lane, as it was reserved. So I did another 5 rounds (500m) in 12 minutes. I pushed myself. And it felt good.
That was it, I called for the afternoon. Or so I thought. We went to eat something, and then home. Right after I arrived, at around 7:30pm, I still felt energetic, so hung the wet clothes, and prepared my bag again with my biking stuff. Yes, I left again, to bike.
And I did a good 20km in an hour. The first 14 minutes I was going at a steady 30km/h (fast for me). The second lap, I did again 30km/h and it was also 15 minutes. I felt so energetic. I didn’t want to leave, but I was also hungry. I have been very hungry lately.
So I left. I am home now; I had my shower and eat. And I do not feel tired. Strange.
I think it must be the feeling of accomplishment.
Maybe I may enroll myself in one of those triathlons. Not to win anything, but just for this feeling of accomplishment.
It feels good.
Once again I not only felt a deep mental peace, but extremely energetic and “happy”.
That strange feeling of “everything will be ok”.
Today was a rather cloudy day, with some rain in the afternoon.
At 3 o’clock I was arriving home, and my friend Jelix informed me he was going to the pool, and asked if I wanted to join.
I was kind of surprised with the idea, the sky was so dark that seemed it was going to fall on us. But I do not know whay, I said, yea! Let’s go.
The pool wasn’t as empty as other days. So Jelix and I were not on continuous lanes. I actually took one of the lanes that the pros use. You know, the ones separated with plastic floating wires. Anyway as we didn’t have the opportunity to talk or even check the progress of each other, we just swim and swim. I did my first 10 rounds (1km) in 27 minutes. Then I took a break. And then was informed that pretty soon I would have to leave the lane, as it was reserved. So I did another 5 rounds (500m) in 12 minutes. I pushed myself. And it felt good.
That was it, I called for the afternoon. Or so I thought. We went to eat something, and then home. Right after I arrived, at around 7:30pm, I still felt energetic, so hung the wet clothes, and prepared my bag again with my biking stuff. Yes, I left again, to bike.
And I did a good 20km in an hour. The first 14 minutes I was going at a steady 30km/h (fast for me). The second lap, I did again 30km/h and it was also 15 minutes. I felt so energetic. I didn’t want to leave, but I was also hungry. I have been very hungry lately.
So I left. I am home now; I had my shower and eat. And I do not feel tired. Strange.
I think it must be the feeling of accomplishment.
Maybe I may enroll myself in one of those triathlons. Not to win anything, but just for this feeling of accomplishment.
It feels good.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Martin Torrijos presidential inauguration
Yesterday was Martin Torrijos inauguration as the new president for Panama. Even Mr. Colin Powell came. So I guess we are going to be OK with the gringos again. Thank God.
Meanwhile, and since it was considered a holiday, I took the afternoon to ride with my friend and business associated Eduardo.
At first, I thought it was a suicidal idea. I mean, riding in Panama at 2:00pm is way to hot. But since he was so enthusiastic with the idea, I let it go. I just prepared myself and packed 4 liters of water plus some Gatorade.
We stop by Carolina’s apartment, a friend’s of Eduardo. Packed her and her bike in my car. I wanted to take two vehicles, but she was comfortable with the idea of going in the back with the bikes.
This kind of surprised me. I don’t think I have ever met other girls willing to travel like that.
Any ways, we arrived to the Causeway and contrary to my expectations, it was almost empty. We unpacked the bikes, and I warned Carolina this is not one of your triathlon races, take it easy, we are amateurs, ok?
Lucky for all of us, we had a fantastic afternoon. The day was bright, a bit cloudy and with a fresh breeze. It felt a lot better than many 5o clock afternoons.
It was a nice afternoon. And I am looking forward to repeat it.
Life is good.
Meanwhile, and since it was considered a holiday, I took the afternoon to ride with my friend and business associated Eduardo.
At first, I thought it was a suicidal idea. I mean, riding in Panama at 2:00pm is way to hot. But since he was so enthusiastic with the idea, I let it go. I just prepared myself and packed 4 liters of water plus some Gatorade.
We stop by Carolina’s apartment, a friend’s of Eduardo. Packed her and her bike in my car. I wanted to take two vehicles, but she was comfortable with the idea of going in the back with the bikes.
This kind of surprised me. I don’t think I have ever met other girls willing to travel like that.
Any ways, we arrived to the Causeway and contrary to my expectations, it was almost empty. We unpacked the bikes, and I warned Carolina this is not one of your triathlon races, take it easy, we are amateurs, ok?
Lucky for all of us, we had a fantastic afternoon. The day was bright, a bit cloudy and with a fresh breeze. It felt a lot better than many 5o clock afternoons.
It was a nice afternoon. And I am looking forward to repeat it.
Life is good.
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