Flat attack

I was on the BART talkin' to Bernie, my 19 year old friend, and as I was leaving I noticed I had a flat. Bummer. I stayed on the train and got off at the downtown Berkeley stop cuz I knew the Missing Link was close by, a well known bicycle cooooop. I was unprepared in that I didn't have any tools with me, in addition to no spare tube, and no life plan beyond going to MA later on this month. I asked the kind sir behind the desk if purchasing a tube would entitle me to use of their tools to fix my flat (I gotz bolt onz). Yes, we have a "work on your bike" area with all the tools you'll need. I do, Berkeley, till death do us part.

xoxo
caitlin

Dirty legs Caitlin

 

Finally!

So there I was sitting at my desk and the phone rang. Russ. I picked up and he started asking me about the equipment I was using in the pilot plant. A sealing machine to be specific. He then prompted "and how does it open" to which I replied "like a DeLorean car door". Finally.

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Holy-weekend. I've discovered the most natural/fun/hillarious medicine. Mountain biking.

Thursday (6/18) was Thursday (6/18) and I couldn't sleep. Bummer. Friday (6/19) was my brffffday. Hecka busy/tired from the no sleep/exhausting/painful at points. I had a bunch of fun on the work cruise (I'm sure it was for me though) but as I was wearing some heels, I failed to see a step....painted in bright yellow...and with the word caution several times written around it. If they had made it obvious there wouldn't have been a problem but there was, obviously. I totally twisted my ankle and it hurt...kind of bad. EFFFFF. My first race of the year was 6/20 and I've been looking forward to it forever and now on top of having to borrow a bike for the race I've now potentially got myself into a worse situation. Well eff. Oh, did I fail to mention I felt like I was getting sick? A bit feverish but never confirmed. Just the icing..you know.

Whatevs. I'm going to the race and I'm racing. I drove up, circled the campsites 1, 2, 3 times...dArN...no more sites...what's this? a secret street, turn left now, park, look right, Murphy Mackxcks!!! Immediately everything is awesome. As he comes to kick me out of the group spot he recognizes Caitlin T. Welcome. I adjust this new bike to me (raise seat post 4 inches) and go! My ankle is only hurting when I unclip...answer = don't do it. 4 laps later, 2 times lost, 1 good rasperry (maybs some pix lates) I finished. My ankle doesn't hurt, I don't feel sick anymore (even after not sleeping friday night), no longer on a bike that doesn't fit properly, Murphy is feeding me, and Jen is massaging me. Life is good. The biking somehow fixed everything. Take that Andrew Weil.

I can't wait for the next endurance race. I'll be so hecka healthy after.

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Today is my first race of the year and yesterday was my first twisted ankle of the year.

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Most unfortunate is the fact that it is an 8 hour race with probably one of those Lamanzy starts.

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Such a BUMMER.

So far...

visited 36 states (72%)


Also, I went to a how to raise your own chicken class yesterday. They talked about how their farm varied in numbers often. I called it flocktuation.

I got my car back. Originally sent in to look at the transmission fluid, came back washed, vacuumed, new plugs and full tune up, with an oil change and four new tires. Dang.