Need more time in the saddle
56 miles today. I had a target of “between 40 and 50.” When I decided to take a different route back than I took out, I was approaching home with 53 miles already on the odometer. What the hell. Might as “shoot my age.” Took circling the block a couple of times, but finally got to 56 miles:
Goddamned Weather Underground flat lied to me about the weather today. Today’s forecast was partly sunny, with wind speeds no more than 7 or 8 miles an hour.
With the temperature in the low 60s, I figured I’d be fine sans jacket and gloves. And while it never approached being as cold as the rides in February, I sure wish I hadn’t been toting so much nekkid skin today.
I did 20 miles last week. 56 miles today. I’m a little sore. My legs and my butt. It’s not unexpected, of course, but I know I’m going to have to ramp up. I’m going to have to start getting up to 200 or so miles a week. I’m going to have to get the point where a 50+ mile day again becomes a breeze to accomplish.
On a bicycle ride across Ohio back in 2009 an acquaintance of mine wanted to trade in her bicycle for a lighter one. I kept my tongue. It’s not like I’ve got this body type:
My friend was, like most Americans, toting around a few more pounds than she wanted. Perhaps one less doughnut a day for awhile and she’d miraculously find her bike was indeed lighter. Again, I’ve got no room to talk.
I’m not a big dieter. I like food way too much. But fat is still the one characteristic that people can openly discriminate against. So, maybe three times in my adult life I’ve taken a deliberate path in shedding weight.
I don’t read diet books or check out the latest fad. I simply eat less and exercise more.
I eat what I want to eat . . . I just eat less of it. Instead of a triple at Wendy’s a double will do fine. If I want the cheesecake, I eat it. I know it’s going to cost me 5 more miles on the bicycle. I’m ok with the trade-off.
It’s a gradual thing . . . and I”m ok with that, too. My goal is simple: one pound a week. If I can stick to that goal, by the time I head out from Los Angeles, I’ll be 20 pounds lighter. Which works out because I’ll be toting at least 60 pounds more in a heavier bicycle / all the gear I’m think I’m going to have to carry.
So, there’s that.
I have it in my head that I should strive to do 50 miles a day mile on The Ride. Let’s call it 2800 miles (‘cuz I don’t know yet.) That’s 56 days from LA to Hilton Head, SC.
But, if I shoot my age each day — which will be 57 — that saves me an entire week. 49 days of riding. Seven more miles a day is just 45 more minutes on the bike at the turtle pace I’ll be crawling along at.
Was nice to see my fan club today:
The sun never did show its face. It was a typical gray Ohio day. This was the prettiest thing I saw all day:
Ok, maybe the creek was the second prettiest thing I saw.
This is here for no other reason that it was my Ear Worm du jour.