Eight days ago, on Sunday, I rode a century. Monday was a mellow half an hour of recovery. Tuesday, I did a hard class. Since then, it’s been daily half an hour on a trainer just to keep the streak alive. OK, I was traveling and didn’t have access to acceptable riding weather (high of 117), cycling shoes, or time. But on Wednesday I was on the trainer for half an hour after work. On Thursday, I was on the trainer for half an hour before my early afternoon flight. On Friday, I rode half an hour in 90+ degree weather around my father-in-law’s subdivision in Palm Springs. On Saturday, I rode an exercise bike for half an hour at a gym in Temecula. Finally, yesterday, I rode the trainer for half an hour at home in front of the TV with the Vuelta playing. After I got off the bike, I began to wonder about the purpose of this. Yes, I resolved to ride every day of my 50th year and, yes, this riding – done smartly – is keeping me strong and healthy, but this half an hour at a time indoors business is boring, marginally productive, and is done just to maintain the streak. I wasn’t having fun on these rides, although riding around a Palm Springs golf course community in tennis shoes at a slow speed was strangely peaceful. I recognize that the trip caused a significant portion of the boredom, but trip or no trip, it was boring. I say all this as a preamble to a resolution to keep cycling during this streak fun as much as I can.
And today, day 60, was a 60-minute VeloSF suffer-fest, which was fun in its own, perverse, way. Fun, if emerging from an interval on the verge of throwing up is your idea of fun; it must be mine. Strange, perhaps because today’s intervals were high-cadence affairs, these intervals felt OK during, not so OK after.
Oh, and one more thing: I gained a bunch of weight during my sedentary recuperation and from driving to work, rather than walking to and from public transit. Two weeks ago, I went off bread and sugar and began eating smaller portions. I am happy to report a loss of five pounds. Another eight and I’ll be content.
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