Ken Nelson

Today marks my 1st week on holiday in San Diego. Three more weeks of doing as little as possible.

As usual, the day started with Hot Yoga.  I made it through fine and even got into some positions I’d not been able to do. I’m seeing big improvement in my left side balancing poses. On day 1 all I did was fall over.

Then, hungry, I ate at the Naked Cafe, which is next to the yoga studio.  I ordered oatmeal, and ate it all, but it was a bit too “natural” for my tastes. Mid-way I gave up and doused it with Splenda. Better after that…

After that… I decided to go on a long ride. But my front tire was flat. I gave it some air and road to the bike shop on C and 5th avenue.  They are a very helpful shop and have helped me out, immediately, three times already this week in San Diego.  There we investigated and found both tires laden with thorns that kept causing leaks no matter how I fixed them. Normally thorns don’t cause problems, but my tires were old and thinner.  So I replaced them with “kevlar” road tires. My bike coasted great and it was a lot easier to pedal than with my big offroad knobbies. While they put them on I had Nabeyaki Udon and a Tuna Roll (yum!) at Ra Sushi.   The Nabeyaki Udon was terrific as well.

Then… I did a route down to Petco Field and up to Balboa Park. That’s a bit of a hill, especially with legs burned out from Yoga, but I did it. 

Once there, I wandered around, remembered I had the camera, and started to take pictures. 

Today’s gallery can be seen here.  Shots range from daisies, to me, and jet planes:

A map view of the images can be seen here.

After Balboa Park, I meandered over above the airport before eventually cross I-5 on a pedestrian bridge, and then returned home down Kettner.

When I arrived… no elevators – they had been shut down due to a 5.9 quake. So I hauled the bike upstairs and rested.

Then off to dinner at a Little Italy italian joint around the block. It was so-so. Can’t remember the name of the place, but I doubt I’ll be back.  These Little Italy places aren’t overwhelming me, I think they rely to much on the tourist trade to really have to compete for quality food.

Later, restless, I wondered over to the Gas Lamp District to grab a magazine or two at Borders. Then walked back. I can stay up late tonight…. I’m not doing Yoga til 11 tomorrow.