Bike Ride
I've had this blog for almost a month and thus far I've managed not to write a single cycling-related entry. That changes today.
In the past five weeks, I've logged more than 550 miles that shiny Trek that I bought last summer. The cycling elite wouldn't be impressed by those numbers, but 100+ miles a week is damn good where I'm from. I've never taken more than a day off between rides and I've pushed myself on every occasion. And I'll be completely honest: I'm very happy with the results. In only five weeks, I already feel faster. I am faster. I'm not tip-top; I'm nowhere near where I was during swim season. But I think my form on the bike might be the best it's ever been.
Riding out here in Ohio is a lot different than riding back at school. The Lehigh Valley is full of rolling hills and gut-wrenching climbs. Some of those rides are pretty fantastic. All of those up-hill stretches really kicked me into gear. Now I'm home - it's almost completely different. Ohio is flat. As a pancake. Sometimes I yearn for hills - I feel my climbing legs slipping away, day by day. But on the flats, I've never felt stronger. I've never been able to put in consistant pulls at over 23 miles per hour. Now I can. I've never been able to spin up to 32 miles per hour on a flat without some sort of downhill boost beforehand. Now I can. And I know there's so much further I can go.
That's where I start to get frustrated. I'm leaving for Europe soon and I couldn't be more excited about that. But I have a few regrets. Part of me would love to spend this summer training - building into the form of my life - for... something. A race. A ride. Anything. Once work starts, I'll never be in the same place for more than four days at a time. I'll never be able to log the hours necessary to reach this point. I'll never be in this kind of shape again.
But when I really break it down, all I really want to do is pwn some bitches. Yeah, that's right. I said it. I hit those trails day in and day out and all I look for is a fast-moving train of cyclist that I can catch and - hopefully - fly by.
I just found out about a entire organization of cylcists here in Ohio. I'm going to log a few miles with them tomorrow if all goes as planned. But damn! Could this have happened at a worse time! I leave the state on Wednesday, never to ride again. At least not this summer. How frustrating is that... I'm all trained up with no place to go.
In the past five weeks, I've logged more than 550 miles that shiny Trek that I bought last summer. The cycling elite wouldn't be impressed by those numbers, but 100+ miles a week is damn good where I'm from. I've never taken more than a day off between rides and I've pushed myself on every occasion. And I'll be completely honest: I'm very happy with the results. In only five weeks, I already feel faster. I am faster. I'm not tip-top; I'm nowhere near where I was during swim season. But I think my form on the bike might be the best it's ever been.
Riding out here in Ohio is a lot different than riding back at school. The Lehigh Valley is full of rolling hills and gut-wrenching climbs. Some of those rides are pretty fantastic. All of those up-hill stretches really kicked me into gear. Now I'm home - it's almost completely different. Ohio is flat. As a pancake. Sometimes I yearn for hills - I feel my climbing legs slipping away, day by day. But on the flats, I've never felt stronger. I've never been able to put in consistant pulls at over 23 miles per hour. Now I can. I've never been able to spin up to 32 miles per hour on a flat without some sort of downhill boost beforehand. Now I can. And I know there's so much further I can go.
That's where I start to get frustrated. I'm leaving for Europe soon and I couldn't be more excited about that. But I have a few regrets. Part of me would love to spend this summer training - building into the form of my life - for... something. A race. A ride. Anything. Once work starts, I'll never be in the same place for more than four days at a time. I'll never be able to log the hours necessary to reach this point. I'll never be in this kind of shape again.
But when I really break it down, all I really want to do is pwn some bitches. Yeah, that's right. I said it. I hit those trails day in and day out and all I look for is a fast-moving train of cyclist that I can catch and - hopefully - fly by.
I just found out about a entire organization of cylcists here in Ohio. I'm going to log a few miles with them tomorrow if all goes as planned. But damn! Could this have happened at a worse time! I leave the state on Wednesday, never to ride again. At least not this summer. How frustrating is that... I'm all trained up with no place to go.
posted by Andrew at 7:59 PM
1 Comments:
haha you said, "yeah thats right. I said it"
you're fun
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