Rack In Rim Or How I Can't Get Anything Done Without Supervision

I was out on the bike over that weekend.  My normal marathon was cut short, in fact, by half.

I have a goal.  If I ride 28 miles, 6 laps of the big gas bag, parked in the barn, in the middle of the park, I can call it good.

Oh sure, it tires me out and I end up having a nap in the afternoon, but after burning about 2000 calories in 2 hours, I am entitled.

Inline Skating the same amount of time is about 3000 calories, so I have this mindset that I'm slacking or cheating myself when I am on that contraption.

I knew this morning that there was a chance of rain.  I have a habit of taking that chance and running with it.  I need that workout, I don't even feel 28 miles in cooler weather.  Or at least what passes for Cooler Weather here in the steam bath and furnace that is South Florida.  

I measure workouts in how far I go past a marathon.  If I get rained out and it is less than a solid 27 miles at least, my records on the spreadsheet take the entry and display them in black instead of green.  Since the workouts are getting easier, that half workout of 13.38 miles was just a Lark in the Park.  Didn't even burn 1000 calories.

That's important because a normal day for me is taking in about 3200 calories.  Or more.  Afterburners are on, and I'm pretty much hungry during my waking hours.

Want that chocolate cake that I have recipes for?  Try to keep up.

I got home and after lunch I was feeling very relaxed but I remember that once I got back to the trailhead and my Jeep, stopping was a bit more "leisurely".  The brakes had gotten wet and leeched trail grit and oil onto the discs and pads.  It needed a servicing.

Luckily I have this down to about 5 minutes of active work once the tools are in place.   It makes me consider working on the Jeep's front disc brakes and whether it is a doable activity.

Probably.

Getting home, tracking mud onto the floor and setting myself up in the dining room floor, I was able to unmount the brake calipers.  Bending the cotter pin, freeing the two pads and the retaining clip.  A few strokes of sanding the pads, cleaning the disc with alcohol, and replacing the parts, I was able to get the rear brake in place.

Rear brakes get more use on a bicycle.  It was that way on my motorcycle as well.

Moving to the front wheel, My Supervisor was sleeping on the job.  Rack, The McNab SuperDog(TM) was sleeping on the job.I was able to get the job done without disturbing him.  Rack is 14, has three active cancerous lesions within his body, so he needs his rest.  I'll let you know when he slows down because he takes me for 5 miles of walks per day.

Buttoning the bike together quickly, that task was finished.  Rack snoring, I was able to get the bike task out of the way and ready for the next trip out.

Oh, and that rain?  Happened again on the next workout.  Wet Season seems early this year.  Must be an El Niño thing.