I’d like to build upon my fitness from the 2015 “season.” It’s tough though, especially since I didn’t really do much after it ended. The plan was to take a little bit of time off, but keep riding so I didn’t lose anything (much.) Plans change though. Shitty job was shitty, and I was in no mood to ride my bike. In fact, I just sat around drinking and eating. Fortunately for me, I didn’t put on much weight. I was right at 225 pounds during the season which is right where I think I should be for my height (6’4”.) The last few months of inactivity only got me up to 231 (and that’s easy to get off.) That’s one reason to look up I suppose.
When I started my new job, it was rad. Now that I’ve been there a while and have had plenty of time for a proper assessment, I can still tell you that it’s rad. I immersed myself in it though, trying to learn everything I can to be successful. That left little time for bike riding. Lucky for me, a lot of my coworkers (and two higher-ups) are cyclists, and that means lots of talking about bikes during the workday. It was encouraging, and I was certain I made the right choice in my new employment.
I mean, I came in to work one day and my boss left a magazine on my desk…
I know, it’s mostly a roadie magazine, but it’s still a cool gesture.
No more excuses. It was time to get back to riding regularly. Like I mentioned yesterday, I want to keep things fun. However, if I want to be fast and not struggle during races and longer rides I need to train. That means trying different things, riding different bikes, and exploring new places. When I was a kid, my bike took me all over the small town where I grew up. Roads, sidewalks, neighborhoods, and even into the woods with no trails.
The Klunker is perfect for that.
Behind my house, there is a vast, wooded area. I went back there many years ago but I didn’t remember what I’d seen. I veered off my normal path and “discovered” a swiftly flowing stream.
It was quiet and peaceful. Only a few hundred yards from suburbia, yet I was out in the middle of nowhere. And I got there on a bike that’s older than me.
I rode/pushed my bike along the stream for a while, enjoying the tranquility of a random North Carolina waterway.
It was fun to explore. The mileage wasn’t epic, but the pedaling was tough and gave me one helluva workout. I felt like a kid again.
But I’m not. I’m an old(er) man trying to train for the upcoming season.
Who gives a shit.