hillary dixon rust

I've already made myself into a liar so...


Let me swoop around to a time not all that far in the past and explain how I am able to find myself sitting at home typing instead of "working". It is a long and convoluted story but basically at 11:30 pm  last night I went to bed having not told when to be at work today. 


I did eventually get an email with a call time but it was after I fell asleep and by the time I read it at 8 am today the person who sent it had written me another email explaining that she'd had to find someone else. 


So I'm left to my own devices. 


Riding is all I can really think to do. I stared at a map of Los Angeles for quite a while and made up my mind where I would go but then a funny thing happened. I remembered an article I read recently about "recovery". It was written by a guy who is or was a trainer for professional cyclists and he said that the hardest part for him was never getting people to ride and ride hard and train hard. It was actually getting them to not ride or even ride slow so that their body could recover. I vowed that I would never be one of those guys. 


I then got on my bike and rode to iMartin (the bike store)...very slowly. I got some straps for my pedals because the ones I have are beginning to deteriorate and I want to be ready.


I rode home instead of riding out to the Santa Anita Race Track like I had planned and now I'm going to make sure I get in some serious recovery time on the couch reading my new book and watching No Reservations with Anthony Bourdaine. Which, if you haven't seen it, is quite possible one of the most interesting shows I've seen in a long time. 


Alright, I have to lie down now so I can be faster! 


Chirp,
hillary