2018 and the Up [2 of 2]
Part 2 of 2018 My little Journey, after an awesome time doing Birthday treats with great people in Miami, Florida. Eating drinking and riding I guess this is me being merry, It was time to move to San Diego area, flights seemed to take the day, up early I got a lift to the Airport from Terry and Ellen, done the TSA bag drop...
...Which is the pain of American travel, TSA security pull your life apart, and don’t bother to replace in a good manner so I just got on with it, plus the extra suitcase I had because of the Outlet stores selling jeans at 30% of what we pay here Grr….
Landing in San Diego time for a simple hire car pick up, I say simple, but having the bike box (a large bicycle suitcase) was a issue as American cars don’t have big boots on them, the cars are big, but my bike wouldn’t fit, upgraded still no good, then I saw a Big and I mean Big Truck, and it needed to go back to the north of California so no extra fee’s. 4 suitcases plus a bike ox loaded up i headed to Temecula about an hour north, Pitching up with Dr Mary from Mary’s Blue Door. A mindfulness clinic with a difference. But first things first, unpack the bike and ride, just because I had a swimming pool to hand I didn’t go away to lie around, your body only needs 24 hours to recoup from your daily life, so I rest for one day and play for the rest, getting in rides on this busy trip was always going to be tough so I had to ride when I could, getting up early or planning a afternoon session on bike, having kit ready to roll was important, I took the bike out while Mary was busy of course I didn’t know the area which for me is fun, getting lost I mean finding a new route or challenge right? Yeah I got lost for around 4+ hours, it was almost dark when I got back, so I went to the pub and ate a massive steak and sank a few cheeky beers, sat up talking nonsense for hours with people I love to be around. I woke up had a quick bite then an hour on the bike didn’t get lost either I mean after 4 hours yesterday I knew the area Pah!.
this is my way of proving you can live well and lose weight, I’m over 53KG of weight loss now that’s 8 stone in old money
Now the reason I came to Temecula, My breathing is somewhat lacking while I ride, yes I know what you’re thinking, we all breath every day, but once you transfer that everyday normal stuff to working out you need to breath in and out, Top Sorts stars and those cute ladies that do amazing Yoga poses all breathe a little better than we do. I read lots on this subject, I knew it works, so I wanted to try and San Diego was only a mere 1000 miles out of my way, Simples. Mary’s Blue Door was a revelation to me. I woke up to Transformational Breathe works, something I could take with me for the rest of my life, I cried, I truly cried, I was deep in thought process, I was brought to a new sense of having a knowing about my body, in all I was what’s called, in touch with my inner self. Dr Mary helped me and was so nice about it too, if you’re heading to America this wonderful young Irish lady could help you change your whole life around and help you believe in yourself. She does work in the UK too, so add her Facebook page you might just be inspired a little bit more. (Mary’s Blue Door) It took a few hours to get over my session, I would say it’s like having a 2 hour workout, so you are given water and recovery time, Mary gave me details of these sessions in the UK so I’ll be looking them up, I live in Berkshire so maybe a few in London and let you know, or download an App just message me for info.
It was a sad day leaving my friends in Temecula, but I had to finish my Holiday in San Francisco. Why? No reason really, I just wanted to ride my bike over that big orange bridge we all see in the movies. Truck reloaded with er hmmm everything plus a few sinks, and 700 miles of open road lay ahead, I say open road, Los Angles put paid to that one, traffic is always bad here, L.A is pretty cool if you can fly in a not need to drive, so after this meh section, the open road was all mine once more, a quick note as I had such a big vehicle, I used around £80 in petrol for a week in hire vehicle doing well over 800 miles. The good ol’ USofA is cheap for fuel, clothes and eating out, The drive up the coast was beautiful I was glad I took this option now rather than flying, Took in the sights that I could. I Got into San Fran early evening, went to hotel where the Valet service took Car and brought my bags up to the oversized hotel room, having 2 large beds for me to bounce around on, unpack the cases, bike prep done, head to a favourite bar I know in the city, I skip breakfast grabbed a coffee and headed out early, before the traffic built up, I got in all the sights of the city and then a National park too, went back to hotel for brunch, took the rest of the day for a tour a couple of trendy shops for new important cycle gadgets and of course I found a little bar too,
The next day I had lined up a big ride, although this took a rather bad turn, Starting off in Castro “the gay area” we warmed up well, hitting great speeds, and getting into the route after about 20 miles going down one of those amazing hills you can only find in San Fran, A car decided to overtake us all and pull in sharp, I was doing around 35MPH when he brushed against me and knocked me into the tram tracks, I then got fixed into the tram line, heading straight for a junction, I had nowhere but the tarmac to go, me and the old bike took one heck of a tumble, the pain was intense, blood everywhere, clothes torn, my pride had been dented and my nerves taken to a new height, but worse of all. Flipping fear was put back into my system, fear of going downhills fast like I love, very annoying, sorry I forgot to say, the falling of the bike pain was only mild pain compared to the Aaaagggh pain of the ointment put on my wounds to help me heal. OMG moment there, I may have had a few swear words to anyone that came near me with this so called healing process. Hahaha I can laugh now, I was told to not ride for a couple of weeks, just rest for the remainder of the holiday, something I don’t know how to do.
The next day, New Rapha kit on I grabbed the bike and heading out, I was not coming this far not to finish the main event, it was around 28 miles to the Golden Gate Bridge, I took an easy road maybe the longer road, but less big hills, the pain, yeah I still had the pain, but it didn’t matter, I was beaming with a smile as wide as the grand canyon, Smiling all the flipping way to the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge, I will never forget this ride, video footage is on my Facebook page of the bridge crossing, as well as lots of the images I took on my Mobile/Cell phone, the power of being positive works wonders, I could have hit the hay and just gone home, but no way that is not me, I want to share my world with you and for this reason I really don’t want to quit, I have lots of work to do of course I always will, but the bulk of the weight is off, the last bit is the hardest of all.
I did use my last day in America for reflection this was key, I was feeling ok about the accident now, I wanted to visit a outlet place and fill another suitcase, that wasn’t so important to me now, on the return flight I was hit with a blood clot from a little DVT, oh well, that’s not important, haha well not after the NHS looked after me that is,
I did have to take a week off cycling when I got home, but after this recoup session I hit the road well. Something for my next blog I think, May and June pieced together as I’m doing lots of interesting rides and a few crazy nights out, plus of course the story of my new pink bike and its own side of knowing me, Calories for pleasure against those being burned for training, this is my way of proving you can live well and lose weight, I’m over 53KG of weight loss now that’s 8 stone in old money,
You can do it too, start slowly make small changes count, until next time. Mwah Dave x