Hong Kong, Saturday May 15: The alarm went off at 5:30am. I scrambled out of bed, heard rain, looked out the window to verify, and scrambled back in bed to indulgently snooze for another 90 minutes. At 7am guilt took over and I started my routine to prepare for the day’s training.
My plan was to cycle a century [100 miles] on Lantau island, back and forth between HK Disneyland and the town of Tung Chung, near the airport. So rain or shine I resolved to stick to plan, and as I drove toward the Western Harbor Tunnel with my windshield wipers going full blast, I was reconsidering the wisdom of that plan.
The rain was still coming down when I started cycling on Lantau, but less forcefully than before. To my surprise there were three other intrepid cyclists also doing their thing. Get a life, I thought. What idiot would want to cycle in the rain, as I pedaled and wiped the water off my face.
Eventually, the rain yielded to sun, and therein lies one of the great universal truths: after the rain comes the sun. I kept on pedaling away, back and forth until my odometer hit triple digits. At 100 miles I had enough. It was time to get on with the rest of my day, which included an early dinner with some friends at The Press Room, a fave French bistro on Hollywood Road.
After the rain comes the sun. And that’s when it hit me. All I have to do to cycle the width of the United States is to repeat 36.5 times what I did today. 36.5 centuries. Yes, I can!