Ride report
Friday 9/4
I went out to put air in the tires. Everything else was ready. So many little steps to prepare...clothing, heart rate strap, id, money, cell phone, emerg snack bar, water bottles, my God, the water bottles!
I go to the front tire, flat, not low but flat. I seem to fatigue the junction of the valve stem and the tube on a semi-regular basis.
Frustrated, because it would be foolish to only change the tube. This tire is pushing 2 years old and it's just a matter of time. I wore my last michelin speedium right down to the carcass. Good tough tire, ugly as sin, but there ain't much pretty about any of it anyhow. Besides, I am getting tired of having a red front tire and a blue rear.
So break out the new vredestein (if that is its
real name) and go to work. I have never been a good tire changer and a slow one at that, but at least I had the luxury of being at home. Finally started inflating it.
POP !!! I think i must have been a little sloppy getting the tube in the tire. Take the tire back off, big hole. Now I have to take the spare tube out of the bike. More fussing and profanity. OK, a LOT more. Get the tube, get it in tire, start fussing with the tire again. At this point, I am on the precipice of just bailing out altogether. I have to have the father son talk with myself, where i am the son who wants to quit and I am the father telling me what it would say about me if I quit. I hang in there and get it done, but am now paranoid that I botched this tube just like the first. But Dad, I don't have spare tube to repair with if I should get a flat on the road. I give myself a dirty look, as if to say, 'No more whining, grow up and get out there.' My Dad's such a jerk!
I tell Cathy that I have no back up tube and just be aware I might call.
Fabulous weather for riding lately, I do my usual little loop. And I felt great. Cadence seems to have a little more snap then it has in the last 2 months. It's nice. I still weigh a ton. That is going to be hard to fix. But this ride gave me hope. All ten miles of it. A journey of a thousand miles begins with 1 step. This feels like a 2000 mile journey and all I got are baby steps. Whatever the case, when I got to the middle of medlin (the hill approaching cov br.), my mind just sort of wandered away and then I was at covered bridge. It's nice not to dread some little hill that I used to fly up whenever I had anything left at the end of rides.
Dad was right, stop whining and get out there. My Dad is an awesome Dad.
Checked my hr when I got home 144 avg. Kind of high. Guess I need a recovery ride. What should a recovery ride be if the tempo ride preceding was 10 miles long? 2 miles at a speed of 5 mph? I keep getting thrown off what is happening with my 'fitness'. Last week 18 miles just about killed me, this week 10 makes me want to do cartwheels. It's possible I recovered from the 18 miles and have accrued more strength and cardio fitness. To me this is all quite hilarious, yeah it's sad but I like to laugh about it. I am gonna have to make my loop a little longer than 10 I guess. Like 11. But first I need to recover.
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