Dec 08

Rest Day.

Sunrise at Refugio SB

It is a common misconception that “rest days” are easier than the days spent on the bike.  This is not true.  Rest days are tough.

Take for example, the day before yesterday, my first rest day of this cycling bonanza.  That morning I was rudely forced out of bed at 6AM by my own bladder.  Make no mistake, the bladder is the boss in this camp.  It doesn’t matter if it’s raining, hailing, or even snowing outside, when the bladder says “get up”, you get up.  There could be a snarling hungry pack of raccoons tip-toeing just outside your tent craving your flesh, but if the bladder says “get up”, you get up.  Bladder is boss.  In any case, I was forced out of bed (read: sleeping bag) only to be blinded by the fresh moist grenadine hues of sunrise.  Recoiling from the frighteningly uplifting vista before me I stumbled and fell backwards onto the unforgiving surface that is a sandy beach.

Scene of the crime

After the bladder relieved me of my morning duties, I then had to turn my attention to the morning drudgeries that a day of rest typically entails:

6:15AM – Return to bed (read: sleeping bag)

8:00AM – Get up and make coffee

8:15AM – Sit on beach with coffee and a good book

8:45AM – Breakfast

9:00AM – Make more coffee

9:30 AM – Reacquaint yourself with the tiniest details of your toes

10:30 AM – Make more coffee

11:00 AM – Pee

Pimpin'.  Bolted the lights to my rack.

Pimpin'. Bolted the lights to my rack.

Once I had completed all the above laborious tasks, I was free to do some of the more fun stuff.  Top priority for me was to hand wash my laundry from the past week: 2 black socks, 1 pair of boxers, 1 black singlet, 1 pair biking shorts, and one grey t-shirt.  With the laundry in the dryer (read: picnic table in the sun), I could then move on to tinkering with the bike and organising my gear.

“Organising gear”, is traveler code for taking everything out of a bag (in this case, everything off of a bike) one item at a time, putting it all out on a table, and then putting it all back into the bag, one item at a time.  You must also comply to a strict code of conduct while doing this.  The code says that as you pull out each item you may not straightaway place it on the table in front of you.  This would be far too lackadaisical.  No, the code stipulates that before placing the object on the table you must first hold it in you hand and stare intensely at it as if you have no idea what it is.  Then, you must heft the item in you hand several times to try and ascertain if the object has gained any weight in the last couple of days.  Only after you are satisfied that the object is yours, that it has not gotten heavier, and that it makes a familiar noise when you shake it next to your ear, can you then place it in on the table in front of you.

All good days end. Sunset at Refugio

By the time I had finished the laundry, given Tony some love, and replaced all my items back into their exact previous locations, it was already going on 2PM.  2PM is, as I am sure all of you are aware, a very important time of the day.

It’s time to make the afternoon coffee.

1 comment

  1. Mike Skerritt

    Hi Zack, just now reading your blog. This post was hilarious. And I learned a new descriptiive term, grenadine.

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