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Tour De What?
My personal bicycling challenge and the challenges of bicycling.
by Trainer Steve July 15, 2014
July is the month for cyclists as the grand tour known as the Tour De France is on. 21 days of racing primarily in France, 22 teams of 9 riders start this ordeal. It’s been very interesting this year with last years winner and the man considered a top contender both out due to injuries.
The fun is just beginning. They’re just getting into the real mountains.
The challenge I set for myself was to ride at least 25% of the daily TDF mileage. We have completed 10 days of the Tour and are on the first of two rest days. I’ve ridden just 330 miles which has me ahead of goal, and on target for 600 or so miles (25% would be 568) at the end.
NONE of my commuting mileage is included.
When I was in my twenties I did this kind of riding (and more) and barely noticed. What thirty years will do…
My Diamond Back Ascent —the daily ride…
Back in the 80’s my cycle was designed for long, fast distance. Today it’s my 25 year old Diamond Back Ascent - originally a trail or mountain bike with a heavy steel frame on fat tires, or a slightly older Raleigh Tamarack (picked up used for $100) with a big ole basket up front. Each has it’s virtues. Neither is a carbon fiber racing rig. I do love them both.
No fancy spandex - at all. No clips or straps, just my Keen sandals (I have the tiger stripes to prove it).
It is funny, I wave to most every cyclist I encounter. The folks with the $2,500+ bike and fancy, tight, team “kit” (the cute matching spandex outfits) - tend to raise their nose and not acknowledge me.
There is a snobbery out there. It’s too bad. Of course when was the last time you made eye contact and smiled as you walked past somebody else? We are all in this together. Try it.
I ride solo. Nobody breaking the headwind for me (why is it always a headwind?). I’m not insane enough to plug up my ears or distract myself with music. This is quality me-me time. Eyes up, head on a swivel. One must be looking for the next 3,000 pounds that’s not paying attention.
As I always tell clients, get inside yourself when training - no distractions. I feel my feet pushing over the pedals, ankles circling, knees extending, glutes pushing and hamstrings pulling. I keep my core organized and pay close attention to my spine and breathing.
And I talk to myself. A lot. The conversations cover many topics, and not all are pleasant. It is like looking into that harsh mirror sometimes. Can you look yourself in the eye?
I believe motorists are no longer motorists. The drivers seem to be passengers. I find it scary - Terrifying sometimes - that so many motorists are “distracted”. I’d guess near 75% are busy with a cellular device while operating their tonnage at excessive speeds. Why? Is it really important to Twit while running people off the road?
I would speculate that most have never ridden a bicycle nor do they have kids or friends that might venture out on two human powered wheels.
Just yesterday I had strongly tempered words with a mother (kids in tow) that almost clipped me as she raced to cut into a parking lot. I asked, “do your kids ride bikes?” She gave me a blank stare. I then said, “God help them if they do and you’re still on the road!”
Enough of the soap box. If you drive a motor vehicle, drive it. Be in control and be aware. Follow the rules of the road. Drive like your mother or child is on foot or on a bicycle in the apex of that corner you can’t see. Peace.
Time for an easy rest day ride. I’ll update at the next rest day.
On MapMyRide, username is TrainerSteveR - Facebook is trainersteev, hit “like”.
15 More Minutes
If you did all 4 columns it would actually be an hour plus… BUT. Each column is 15 minutes - Set your GymBoss (or app) for 45 seconds work and 15 seconds “rest” for 15 rounds. Of course you can alter the work :rest ratio to fit your fitness level…
For more info refer to this post: Shaped by the Bell