Friday, our department at work had a farewell team outing at City Beach in Fremont. My boss is moving on, so we all got together to bond together … we spent the majority of it playing volleyball … for 3 hours. Ugh, that is tiring … well, I didn’t realize how tiring until the next day.
Saturday, my plan was to do the LKHC on Dunne Ave (which goes up to Henry Coe Park), which starts in Morgan Hill. However, combination of wet roads, and volleyball the night before (and subsequently my body being stiff and aching in the morning), made me skip that climb. So instead, I drove down to LA. All along, I was not very nimble, and moving very gingerly.
I was originally going to climb the mountains, do Mt. Baldy, but with the condition I’m in, I really was not in condition to do any climbing. So I went with my friend Lynn, and the Cyclepaths, for a relaxing, leisure recovery ride (even though I didn’t do a ride previously … but still, recovery from volleyball).
We started from Cerritos, and our destination is Palos Verdes. It was an excellent day, a few days after a rain storm, and the skies cleared up, leaving us with excellent weather conditions. It’s good we were going flat … well, compared to what I normally do.
At Palos Verdes, we went to Malaga Cove, which is a popular hangout for cyclists. We stopped by a new bakery, Yellow Vase, and it’s nestled in a corner, and looked a little like a village in Italy. Okay, maybe not … but it’s a nice exaggeration. But look how happy everyone is!
We then headed over to do a loop of the peninsula … no, we did not go up PV East …. I think Lynn made sure of that. However, we did do a nice little detour, doing a pseudo-cyclocross type route, going through parts of Terranea resort and Trump Golf Course, which used to be the old Marineland. The legend of Orky and Corky lives on. I’m still reeling from the fact that Sea World bought Marineland, and they renamed Corky to Shamu …
In the 30 years I’ve lived in LA, and the countless number of visits, I’ve never seen the Pacific from this vantage point. It was totally awesome. But, as you know, where you go down, you definitely have to come up … muscles are still stiff from volleyball on Friday, so this made my climb interesting … it’s not like climbing Welch Creek, but still had to gut it out.
When we finally got back to the cars, we got 61 miles, and roughly 2200 feet climbing. Not bad for a recovery ride. I also think it helped loosen my limbs a little bit. Still a little stiff, but not as bad as on Saturday. Next time I do volleyball, I think I’ll only go for one game … it’s now Monday, and I’m still moving gingerly. I’d had to see how everyone else is moving …. but then again, at 47, my recovery is not what it used to be … I’m the old fart in the group.