June 4, 2010 By april
So, today marked the end of my first week in the world of cycling. I rode 5 out of 7 days. I rock. I can’t get over how much I love being on that bike. A couple of times this week, I fully admit to not “feeling it”, yet, I love being on my bike so much that I went anyway. Anyhoo…I know you’re just dying to know how my rides went, so JUST FOR YOU, here ya go:
Ride 1: Rode 3 miles. This was the first real ride I had with my bike and I could tell it needed tweaking so I didn’t push it, rode 3 miles, and packed it up and went home.
Ride 2: Rode 2 miles after tweaking bike. Hills suck. Like a lot. That is all.
After Ride 2, my poor arse was SORE. Like it hurt to walk, sit or stand sore. Who the hell designed a bike seat anyway?!
Ride 3: Rode 7 miles. Oh my word, this was awesome. On a scale from 1 to 10, I give it a 500. I finished in 30 mins flat. Not too bad for just my 3rd ride! PS. Because I know you’re wondering, my arse? No longer sore. You’re welcome.
Ride 4: Rode 7 miles. This was one of the days that I wasn’t really “feeling it” but went anyway. It was humid, breathing was hard, I pushed myself, I beat my time by 40 seconds and I LOVED every minute of it.
Ride 5: Here comes the fun stuff. Again, I really wasn’t “feeling it”. The sky looked as if it would open up at any second. It’s Friday and well, it’s Friday. But I went. At around mile 2.5, I go around a little curve and right there in the middle of my path are four adult geese and a million babies. Shit. Have any of you encountered geese before? Geese with babies, especially? They are mean little bastards. I’d rather be chased by a pit bull than a goose. Seriously. So, I get as far right as possible, pedal hard, get up to 18 mph so I can just zoom by. Right. The head honcho goose chased me anyway wings flared and hissing. I cussed, but got past them unharmed. The problem with this is I have to turn around and go back. So, I purposely slow down and save energy so that I can try to fly by those sneaky bastards. When I know I’m close, I speed up, GET IN THE GRASS even, so far away from them that they will just leave me be. Right. She STILL chased me, and don’t you know, just about snipped my leg? Stupid mean birds. So, after that, and my front tire feeling sketchy, I was 5 seconds slower than ride# 4. But oh well. Not too bad still I guess.
On a side note, I’m still feeling a bit self conscious. Especially on the days that there are a lot of people on the greenway. Right before ride #4, I get to the greenway, a real cyclist was there unloading her bike off a bike rack (I just shove mine in the back of my Escape), and I was all nervous. I hurried and got on my way so not to look like a nerd. I know, I’m lame. But I’m working on it. Still, I just LOVE cycling…
Maybe it’s the helmet. But that’s another post…