Thirsty Thursday

Yep I decided this title was a must.

Just because this weekend our scheduled ride should be 60 miles. Should it continue to rain, Tina will take the comfort of home and cycle indoors and I will take the outdoors for that long of a ride. See who finishes first (Tina better).

Let me tell you, I think in my last life I was a camel. I pack away liquid like no other. It's insane.

Milk shake to start the morning, coffee to work, 4 glasses of hot tea before noon, at least, two 10 oz water drinks about lunch time, more water till the end of the day mixed of course with the hot tea. Throw in an 8oz diet coke, I am still moving. 8 hours later, I of course am residing in the rest room for a few minutes. (Think Austin powers after deep freeze) then home I drink more, ice tea and of course more water.

Two things about Tina:

she hates water
and
She has had a child and now has a bladder the size of a pea (no pun intended here).

(This little fact was shared with me by my own mother, who said that when she was carrying me, I made her bladder shrink because I kicked it so much. Doubt that is true but my mother says so, so who am I to argue. I am not about to do scientific research to prove it.)

(In my blog we are of course going to talk a bit about cycling.)

Now that you know all this (there is a point to my story), image being on a bike for 4 hours. A traditional camel pack (those funny humps on the back of cyclers) holds between 70 oz and 100oz of liquid. I can finish one of those in less then 4 hours, more like 2 hours.

Tina was worried how her intake and how she was going to survive the STP.

Now this is exciting news.

But then she discovered that cycling makes your bladder go dormant. Which I think she secretly likes. This means she can drink as much as she feels comfortable, and she does not have to stop as much as she thought she would.

All this is wonderful especially for me because I am thinking that we will never make it to Portland if we are stopping every 10 minutes for her (besides I don't think there are that many port-a-potties on the route.)

However, the down side is that once your bladder wakes up, its Austin Powers time. Only instead of every 10 minutes, you are there every 3 minutes. This is perhaps the one time in my life; I am just like my wife.

Do you have any clue how happy she will be to know this, and how miserable I shall be for the first 2 hours after we complete the ride?

Just another rambling thought for you chew on and laugh at.