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So, I haven’t posted in a few weeks and that’s OK. We’ve had some odd weather here lately and it affected the rides I was able to take.
We had a stretch of well-above average temps toward the end of March, so I got off of the trainer and got back outside to try and get some endurance back. I scheduled a Spring tune up at the LBS and it all looked good.
I get our bikes back and the temps drop and the rains arrive. Fantastic. I get new tires mounted and I have to ride the trainer again. Ugh. Fortunately I only did 3 rides on the trainer before the weather turned and now I’m back on the road for the season. In fact, I just completed a three day stretch of good rides.
My new tires for this year are Continental Gatorskins. The initial verdict is a B+. They give a comfortable ride, but they could be livelier. Definitely a training tire. I have them at 110 psi, but I think I actually want a harsher ride out of them so the next rides will have them up to 115. People rave about the puncture resistance and the sidewall reinforcement is immediately obvious. It’s too early to tell if that’s true, but I have been able to avoid flats on any tire I’ve used for the last 4 years or so. I’m sure by May I will know how much I miss the old 4000s.
The spring tune up also included a drive train cleaning. That thing looks brand freaking new. I couldn’t believe how good it looked. wow. I actually wondered if they replaced the cassette and chain.
Mrs. Stallion’s bike also got a tune up. Now, it’s an old Huffy but all bikes Great and Small deserve to be in good riding shape. To her great credit she has been riding the trainer more and more in addition to other exercises. In fact, she went for a ride around a route we checked out over the winter. It’s about a 7-8 mile route she can loop around.
When she got back from the ride we were discussing how it went. She told me that the gears shifted much better since the tune up. In fact, she noticed early on in the ride that the LBS returned the bike shifted on to the small front chainring. To which she replied, “I ride in the big ring, bitches!”.
It’s going to be a good year.
When I’m out on the road, I have a good sense of where I want to ride. There are times when I get to an intersection and, depending on how I’m feeling and the weather conditions, I’ll take a different direction than what I had planned.
It’s that time of year now when that change of direction becomes a metaphor for whether or not I go anywhere when I turn the pedals. It’s a colder than usual October here, and I’m desperately checking the long range forecasts for anything above 52°F and a wind less than 15mph. I’m not having much luck.
I was all psyched to gain a calendar advantage with a riding vest. I was able to use it only once so far. It has not only been cold, but very windy and rainy. The one ride was successful, but it was almost two weeks ago.
I have stated before that I ride for fitness and for fun. To me, riding in a cold rain while pushing the red line so I can go 12mph into a stiff headwind is not fun. The other side of the coin here is that I can turn this all around by calling it a season and moving indoors to ride on the trainer.
Is this that much of a decision? I can eliminate weather as a factor and get in three solid workouts every week. No more numb fingers and toes, no more chasing ever-waning daylight, no more feeling guilty that – while my appetite has not lessened – my caloric expenditure has.
I think I know what I should be doing, but I’m fighting it – for now. I should just pay attention to the signs; there’s only one way to go.
When I saw the forecast for this week, I knew it would be a good one. I planned on riding four days this week, and that’s saying something this year.
This season has been pretty bad in terms of riding volume. I counted 7 rides for all of August. That’s it. In a normal year that total would be around 12. They would also be longer rides. I was averaging about 2½ hours per ride last year and this year it’s dropped to about 2 hours flat.
It’s been the same old gremlins that get me: weather and schedule conflicts. July was the rainiest on record, and August had a host of non-cycling commitments. Ergo July and August combine for 15 rides. Pathetic.
Then there’s this week. The weather is awesome – 70s, low humidity, light wind. I’ve already been out twice and have two more on the calendar. It’s such a small thing, but it’s huge in my riding confidence. My average speed on rides is down a good half a mile per hour. If I can push it as I have done so far this week, I can have good form going into the cool weather season of late September and October. If the vest I’m purchasing works out, I could conceivably ride at least a week into November. Anything to delay the trainer season.
They say Spring is the season of renewal. If things go as planned this week, Spring will move to September.
So I did a hill repeat ride this week. It consisted of 5 trips up a grade on Schauber Road. Each climb only took a few minutes, but the recovery between each was about the same time. After the third repeat, I had that “why am I doing this?” feeling. The fourth one really hurt.
By the time I started the last one I knew that was it, so I eased up mentally – once I separated my mind from the sting in my legs I was really gliding up the hill. That probably impressed me more than anything else. I finished up with about 10 miles of flat to rolling terrain. I sure felt it the next day, but it wasn’t that bad – a good hurt.
It was about 150 feet gained each time and I definitely went into the red zone in the final 200 feet or so. According to Map My Ride there was a section at 13%! But it begs the question – why do it at all?
There’s something to be said about the purity of the effort but I think it goes a little past that. I’m not training for a race or anything that has a lot of climbing – I just want to impress myself. Prior to my time as a “serious” cyclist (about 5 years now) I was never an athletic person. In high school, I got a JV letter for bowling – an activity that can be aided by beer.
In some small way, suffering up a climb gives me a sense of worth. I know that I could never have dreamed of being able to do what I did on this ride back in my 20s. I guess the old saying “because it is there” applies here.
I hope I can wax so philosophical when I assault Lake Desolation Road later this year.
The axiom among physiologists is that fitness is not gained during the activity, but as a result of the activity. During the trainer season, I put a conscious effort into avoiding workouts on consecutive days. During the outdoor season, I try to stick to this as much as the weather and yard work obligations allow. Good recovery is just as important as a hard effort.
And I’m feeling it.
After some fits and starts getting acclimated to the changing spring weather – windy and 58° to sunny and 90° – I’m harvesting the results of all that work. I got in a two hour ride covering 39 miles and 18.5 mph average, and I felt great at the end. I was flying up hills and motoring on the flats. It was a perfect-feeling ride.
Today, a day off the bike, I have an energetic feeling in my legs that is all too rare after a good effort the day before. These are the days I sit back and realize just how much I get from riding – the leaner frame, the better sleep, the attention paid to my diet, and (quoting Fred Matheny) the post-ride calm of a Zen Master.
Perhaps greatest of all is the mental lift. Kim West said on his show last week that he starts feeling better as he rolls down his driveway. Everything else just doesn’t matter any more. All the crap at work, annoying drivers, aches and pains, stupid doping stories, A-Rod, all of it. Just give me some decent pavement and it all goes away. It’s astounding what this simple machine lets me do.
Yeah, it’s like that.
Round 1: So Friday was forecast for 72° and sunny; great day for a ride on my recently-serviced bike. I get out of work early and hit the road.
I was in great form for April. The uphills were nothing remarkable and I had good legs for the entire ride. I covered 39 miles in a little over 2 hours. I felt great – I really needed a ride of some decent length for a change.
The only buzz kill was that my rear derailleur was out of adjustment. The shifts were vague and sometimes skipped. I’m no wrench so I took it to the LBS and they fixed it gratis, because they’re good like that. Turns out the shifter cable was stretched. No biggie.
Man 1, Machine 0
Round 2: Today was forecast to be sunny and unseasonably warm – we actually set a record at 89°. Considering that the average high for this time of year is in the low 60s, it took some getting used to. I was psyched to get out and get a nice long ride in. The bike was running smoothly during my warm-up and I had my sights set on a route to Vischer Ferry.
Depending on what options I take on the route, the Vischer Ferry ride can take over 3 hours and top out around 60-65 miles. I didn’t plan on doing the entire route, but I wanted to do at least 2½ hours worth. I felt pretty well recovered from the previous day’s ride and had earlier done a nice hour long walk with Mrs. Stallion.
I felt so-so during my warm up – small ring, 1.6 miles, 7 minutes. The heat was immediately apparent, but I had ridden in worse conditions in mid-summer. At least it wasn’t humid at all.
I didn’t feel right from the get go. I had noticeably low power, and every effort I put out left me gasping and leaning heavy on the handlebars. In my head I thought, “You’re not recovered from Friday, take it easy”. By the time I was half an hour out, I’d had enough. Go home. That was a long ride back. The hot weather was the kryptonite to my power plant.
Man 1, Machine 1
I guess I have to acclimate to the hot weather naturally. A sudden spike in Spring temps isn’t necessarily a blessing. Lesson learned.
I could take the low road. I could go on about Tyler, the weather, my weight, work and countless other things bringing me down. But I don’t.
I choose to believe that this will be a good week. I should get my bike back from the shop, running in top condition (such as it is). The weather for the end of the week looks to be awesome, and I plan on getting in some quality time on my new tires – Conti GP 4000 700x25s.
I think I have had one of my better trainer seasons (thanks Sufferfest); my first forays on to the pavement have been better than in years past. Now that the true outdoor weather is upon me, it’s time to build up the endurance. So far, it’s only been two hours for the longest ride. That needs to go up to three hours soon.
This is a weird time for me bike-wise. I can’t ride at all; I only have the one bike, and while I do enjoy long walks with my wife (around an hour long), they don’t have the same calorie expenditure.
I choose to think about training for my goals for this year. I want to do the Mohawk-Hudson Century in September. For various reasons, I haven’t ridden it since my first time in 2006. I have no doubt I will do better this time. I’m in better condition and my endurance by that time of the season will easily be better than it was in 2006. Last year my longest rides were about 65 miles, or as I liked to call them, unsupported metric centuries.
Of course, I intend to climb Lake Desolation Road without unclipping like I did last time. I will need to do more hill repeats to train for it, but I feel better prepared for it mentally. I did not defeat me last year, it just made me more determined.
These are the positive thoughts I will dwell upon in the upcoming days. There is much to be looking forward to. I get my bike back, Fleche-Wallone, Liege Bastogne Liege. I’m not gonna let life get me down. It’s gonna be a good week.