Getting passed

I managed a strong (for me, at least) ascent of Gates Pass this morning, though it was via the admittedly easier-to-climb east side of the ramp. I haven't been up there on a bike in a half-dozen years. My last attempts at the climb were in late 2010, but they ended in humiliation when I found I couldn't make it any further than the parking lot of the International Wildlife Museum.

I'd like to say today's ride was some kind of triumph of blood glucose management in the face of diabetes, a sign that I'm getting over my valley fever, and hard evidence that I'm finally returning to form. Or maybe that I'm finally getting some form.

Actually, what it really was is that I was riding along the rollers on Camino de Oeste and had to take a leak. The closest restroom I could think of was at the top of Gates Pass and when you've gotta' go, you gotta' go. So I sucked down a GU packet and up I went.

I only remembered later, after having relieved myself and descended from the pass, that I'd pedaled right past the baños at Feliz Paseos Park.

Oh well, I'll take my motivation where I can get it.