It turns out I don’t want to know much when I’m out riding. I don’t want to know my watts, I don’t want to know my heart rate, I don’t want to know how many miles I’ve ridden, I don’t even want to know the time. I just want to pedal, sometimes hard, sometimes not. I could have 20 more to go or 70 to go, I really don’t want to know where I am until I’m done.
I spent a few years in there tracking everything and carefully planning my heart rate zones for every ride. Maybe it’s burn out from that, but now I just want to be free, especially on long rides. Otherwise I find myself just staring at the computer, especially as the day wears on: 72 miles, 72.2 miles, 72.3 miles…ugh. The enjoyment just drains away when I know these things. Continue reading
I wasn’t going to post about this, because honestly I can’t imagine that anyone is even faintly interested in hearing about it, but then Heidi Swift did it: she wrote about losing some weight and setting some goals. Well, shit. Fine.
I’ve been really into weight lifting for the last few years. My weight has also stabilized, for the most part, for the first time in my life. You mean I can wear the same clothes I wore 5 years ago? Amazing! It always seemed like in the past I was shedding clothing because they were either too small or too large, but now I only toss them because the holes have started showing bits that I would rather kept hidden. Continue reading
Apparently now I only login once a month to post about how I haven’t been riding my bike. While I will admittedly continue on with that trend, things are finally looking up.
Shortly after recovering from bruised ribs, I did one little ride up on the Lewis and Clark trails, and then I got back to the weights and immediately fucked up my knee from doing squats. So much so that I couldn’t even ride down the street (I actually rode home from the gym one-legged). Another couple of weeks went by off the bike, and the weather started to turn towards the amazing and I really just couldn’t handle it anymore, knee be damned.
That race at Echo seems like a million years ago. Since then I have done almost zero bike riding. I was sick with a horrendous cough that lasted a month, and when it was pretty much gone, we went to Cleveland for a week, where it was below freezing and snowing. So we spent our time driving (dear god so much driving) and sitting around and eating. Continue reading
After my last long post where I talked myself into racing (I registered directly after hitting “Publish”), I nearly talked myself back out of it again. I haven’t been sleeping much and I’ve developed a cough I just can’t shake. I sent my friend a weird email that went something like “Hey, so I do really want to go but I’m coughing and I don’t want to get anyone sick and maybe I shouldn’t race…” Continue reading
Well, I did it again. I went on a big old team ride, half expecting my knee to explode or to wuss out and ride back before the climb or to get dropped walking my bike up Pete’s Mountain.
And, as per usual, none of those things happened, and I was completely shocked. Not only did I not walk my bike up the hills, after being a teeny bit behind on the first Pete’s Mountain climb, I managed to keep up or even be in the middle of the pack on all subsequent climbs. What the what? Continue reading
Okay, sooo, hey, remember that goal I posted, you know, the one about winning the XC championship?
Well I was well on my way to that, I was finally feeling strong on my rides and thought if I kept it up I would have a shot. And then this happened: Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to post for a while now about my goals for next season, and my training plan to get there. I’m actually really excited about it, which I haven’t felt in a long time. Okay, ready for it? Here it is: Continue reading
Okay, so, well… I didn’t race any. In fact, I think since the bike tour, I’ve ridden my bike a grand total of maybe 3 times. The last few months (basically, since I got Brandy in April), I have ridden the least amount than I have since I started cycling. I’m not even bike commuting! Oy!
So what have I been doing? Walking the dog. Sounds like a pretty lame excuse, but I do actually spend about 1.5 – 2 hours walking per day. Yes, that’s right. 2 hours. A day. Continue reading