hwy 6

Pulling another space cadet shawna maneuver, I ended up riding on Hwy 6 yesterday as the sun set and cars whizzed by me at warp speed. Hwy 6 is one of the roads that are banned for cyclists.

I left this morning very late because I wasn't going to ride at all. The team left at it's usual time of 6am and I wasn't among the riders. Instead, my bike and I left on an epic tour that began at the robust hour of half past nine, and continued until my foray onto hwy 6 leading back into tel aviv at half past five leading into six.

It wasn't exactly a training session. It was a mind wandering session and I was fueled my many sour jellie bellies in the process. when I'm in proper training mode, I'm pretty careful about nutrition to the point where i regularly dip into deep hypoglycemic mode and can be easily beaten by a grandmother. But, in non-training mode, when i hit the muscle glycogen empty mark, sugar never tastes better and I don't bother suffering through the bonk. I don't even like sugar or sweetness, except in the case of dark chocolate, but when I'm cooked I could even drink gatorade straight up.

anyway, fueled by jelly bellies, I was hypnotized by the circular pattern of my pedaling which steadied between 95 and 100 rpms and i rode from tel aviv up past ramla and modiin and over to sommet nachsom. Once I was near tel shahar i decided to ride up to ness harim near haddassah hospital and then back around on random roads towards tel aviv. At some point one of these random roads took me out to the hwy that I shouldn't have been on. Whereas before I've been stopped by watchful police officers and redirected, this time no one noticed me and I didn't really notice myself.

sometimes i forget that i need a dose of sunshine to feel like myself. it's lucky that we're rarely lacking that here.