When I signed up for the Vineman race, I assumed that Northern California would be much cooler than Southern California. Wrong. Vineman is one of the hotter races in the Ironman calendar.
Like most larger people, I suffer more in the heat than skinny minnie athletes. For the last few weeks, I've been trying to do my long runs and rides in the heat. Last weekend on Saturday, I went for a 15 mile run in the sweltering heat starting at 1pm.
On Sunday, my husband, Steve, volunteered to accompany me on a training ride in the midday heat. The only person who dislikes the heat more than I do is Steve. About 5 miles in, we started pedaling up the hill on the Route 52 bike path. Pssst. I got a flat.
The 52 bike path is brutally hot and there is no shade. Steve can change a flat in under a minute. Of course, I need to know how to change a tire myself. I'd done it once before, but it took me a long while to complete the task. And poor Steve stood there baking in the sun while I completed a Slo-Mo tire change.
I finally had the tire changed and we continued our ride. We got less than 10 feet and Pssst. Now Steve had a flat. I offered to change it for him, but he declined. It's a shame, I bet I could've change that second tire in under 20 minutes.
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