The tale of the emergency underwear

photo of the emergency underwear I bought - comfort bra and briefs

So I’m riding my bike to work and it takes about an hour.  I was listening to the Radiolab podcast about American Football and it was surprisingly interesting.  I mean, Radiolab is always interesting so that wasn’t a surprise but it was a surprise that I was interested in American Football.  Anyway it got to a cliffhanger moment and then my new bluetooth headphones ran out of juice.  (yes you told me that would happen Rory)

As it turned out that was lucky.

Left to the whistling static of the wind rushing past my ears my thoughts turned inward.

I went over my morning so far, and then started thinking about my day at work and what I needed to achieve…

Roster changes, program development, campaign monitoring… which led to what I’d be wearing at work and I thought about the dress I’d popped in my bag and how easy it had been to pack this morning and how streamlined my organisation was and then goldfish like I went back to how I packed my bag and I realised that I might have been a bit too streamlined.

Now I blame Pia for this.  She is the one who sold me her Rotto bike.  A brand new bike with suspension and more gears than you could possibly need.  She’s a serious cyclist.  To underline how different we are as cyclists – I REALLY like the basket on the back of my bike.  I would choose to have a basket.

Anyway she told me that cyclists NEVER wear undies under their padded bike shorts.

Apparently they are specially designed to wick away sweat so if you wear undies you just end up with soggy knickers.

So there I was undie-less on my way to work suddenly aware that when I got to work I would have NO UNDERWEAR.  And my little dress, well let’s just say it’s not a dress you can go commando in.

I was about half way to work so then the dilemma – do I turn back?  Nah that would really delay me getting to work.  Do they sell undies at the local IGA?  Dare I risk it?  Could I get away wearing my sports bra and no undies?  Keep the bike shorts on all day?  Ewww.

Luckily I still had to go through Subiaco and I remembered there was a supermarket that I was pretty sure opened at 8am which would be the time as I cycled past.

Mission Emergency Underwear.

Actually the comfort bra is pretty comfortable.

Update on the first week

Right for those who’ve just tuned in here is my plan:

  1. Cycle to rowing 1-2 times a week
  2. Row 3 or 4 times a week
  3. Do ten minute youtube exercise video on other days

So in the interest in engaging the interweb gods… here’s this week’s exercise:

  1. Sunday – race at Mettam Head Race (5 k race and about 5 k paddling – we came 3rd)
  2. Monday – SLACKED OFF – things weren’t looking good for The Plan
  3. Tuesday – rowing training
  4. Wednesday – 2×10-minute video (arms and yoga) Partly to make up for Monday
  5. Thursday – 1×10 minute video (legs)
  6. Friday – rowing training
  7. Saturday – rowing cancelled but I cycled to Nedlands and back for bridge game.

Overall – thank you.

Putting it out there working so far.

Also new bike (newer bike loaned to me by kind friends) with better gears working out well. Did I tell you I changed the inner tube by myself? Just me, an inner tube, a spoon and this video.

And tip from cyclist at work to ride down Princess Road rather than Stirling Hwy is great. No traffic lights, and fewer cars.

Still waiting for my fit and cut body.

Must stop eating chocolate peanuts.

Sorry? Is that the pizza arriving? Gotta go!

If I put it online will that mean I do it?

Sunrise from Matilda Bay

Ahhhhh see this is why I get up early in the morning on a Saturday to go rowing.

So beautiful.

And today I rode my bike. Well Evan’s bike but he’s got lots and the gears aren’t so great on this one so he doesn’t miss it (I hope).

I got up at 6am. And left the house around 6.15 with my brand new Moon lights on and the wind on my face.

Well there wasn’t much wind, it was the speed of my pedalling.

(that was a little joke)

It took me about 35 minutes to get to the UWA Boatshed and I was surprised to see so many cars in the carpark.

Damn it! I thought I’d missed rowing altogether. That everyone had showed up and gone out, locking the shed behind them.

I checked my phone and it was 6.50. Yay. So I took the shot above.

Coming back was a bit more of a struggle.

Scary too. People in their big 4WDs and trucks!!! A truck beeped at me as I wobbled up the last hill and scared me into wobbling more. Yikes.

Also I was tired.

But I imagined my cut body. Fit from riding to rowing and rowing and riding from rowing. This will get easier each time I do it I said to myself as I reached the crest of the last hill.

Anyway this is my plan – and I’m hoping by declaring my hand on the interwebs Ii will be honour bound to follow true.

(even though this has never worked in the past… you never know)

So I row 3 or 4 times a week.

I will ride to rowing 1 or 2 times a week.

And on the days inbetween I’m going to make sure I at least do one ten-minute video from PopSugar.

Now how hard can that be?

*Famous last words*

Lycra and lots of food

The last two days in Ubud have been “activity” days.

Yesterday we did the Paon Bali Cooking class and today the Bali Baik downhill cycle.

We're ready to cook

The cooking class started with a visit to Ubud markets, then a stop at the padi fields before we were invited into our hosts home.

Wayan gave us a tour of his home – explaining each of the buildings – and how it all fits into their Hindu religion and then we went to the big outdoor kitchen and were fitted out with aprons.

Rory learns to bbq Bali style
A Balinese Magimix
All hands on deck to make the steamed tuna in banana leaf

It was a fabulous experience and the food.

Well lets just say I’ll be on a strict regime on my return.

Luckily the next day we went cycling.

Our cycling crew

Well I say cycling but in reality it was sitting on a bike rolling down hill.

Rolling through picturesque villages, and padi fields, dodging the scooters, ducks and dogs.

Seeing as the brochure says – the real Bali.

Afterwards our tour guides laid on a lovely Balinese meal and undid all our good work.

Heaven.

coffee ex cat

Oh and we got to drink coffee excreted from a cat.

Now you can’t get more real than that!

[As I type this I am watching the 7pm news from Brisbane on the Australia Network. Extraordinary footage from the floods. My heart goes out to all the families affected.]