I Chick Boys

Hi friends! Lauren here! I hope you enjoyed yesterdays post that my good friends Chloe and Steph were kind enough to put together for me while work kicked my ass and I was forced to ignore my blog. I have another guest post set up for tomorrow written by another kick ass lady triathlete so stay tuned!

Guess what I did this morning. I rode my bike for the first time in over a week! Hooray for physical activity! We all know how I feel when I dont sweat for a few days.

Pink Lady and I were ready to get movin'. I set out to do a few laps around trusty Hains Point- a 3 mile loop on my way to work with little cars and lots of cyclists. My plan was a warm up lap, an interval lap, and then a lap of whatever my legs wanted to do. This is not how the three laps went though.

Half way around my warm up lap I got passed like I was standing still by a dude on a bad-ass black Trek Speed Concept with race wheels and an aero helmet. He was a member of a local cycling team that is known for the guys being jerks on the road. Game on, buddy.

As soon as he flew past me I had the immediate instinct to chase him. And chase him I did. My warm up lap became an all out sprint. I was getting close to catching him when my leg started to cramp.

I pushed through the cramp holding 26mph and flew past him. I obviously made it look effortless while I was passing him and made sure to scream "on your left!" as I whizzed by. Little did he know that my heart was about to explode out of my chest and my legs were burning like crazy.

Once I passed him I realized I couldn't let him pass me again so I kept up with the sprint until I rounded the corner and I was out of his vision. I then slowed to a speed that allowed my legs to recover and my heart rate to come down.

He caught up to me when I stopped to guzzle water at the stop sign and said "You totally chicked me back there. Nice work. Cute bike."

Don't underestimate the hot pink bike...or else you'll get chicked.

I win.