On Red Lights

I ended my previous post with a comment to the effect that I guess I am going to have to get my speed training on my daily ride to work. Well today would have to count. Now it is only about 25km from home (near Woodbine and Queen Street) to work (near Highway 7 and Leslie) - almost all uphill. But I averaged 29 km/h. Okay, so the guys in the Pro Pelaton do a lot better, but then they don't have red lights. I swear I think some traffic planner is looking at me from some camera (or several cameras) and timing the lights so I get red after damned red. (The sound you hear is my eyes rolling... blasted red lights.)

Yesterday the best manager in the world came by my place for a beer. Its funny, when I worked for Ian there were days I couldn't stand the guy, but looking back, Ian was the best. Anyway Ian came by, we talked about aviation (his father used to work for Pratt and Whitney Canada and his brother works at Embraer) we talked about old times, what my former colleagues thought of the restructuring - they are mostly actively job searching, eight months later than Ian and I, but at least they see the writing on the wall. We talked about Triathlons.

Ian told me something interesting. A woman he knows is a runner, she runs marathons and has even done so well in the famous Boston Marathon she's been invited to do a Triathlon. Only problem, she's a runner. Anyway she's high enough up the food chain that she landed herself a nice Cervelo of some sort (Ian doesn't know the exact model but I got the impression it's a proper Tri bike). Now this lady and her fancy Cervelo are training to do a Tri. I asked about joining a bike club, and Ian told me something that I've sort of always known but never really put two plus two together in my head. The lady doesn't want advice, most people don't want advice come to think of it. Anyway she doesn't want advice so badly that she would rather train by herself than in a club. I guess this is why so many women run or ride alone? Anyway I'll have to remember that the next time I see someone lift their heels whilst spinning.