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Not to brag or toot my own horn...but I have ridden over 2700 miles on my bikes this year. Most of it was on my main road bike, a 2003 KHS 500. A lot was on my old Raleigh Technium that I have pretty much permanently mounted on my trainer. I also rode to and from the office on my old mountain bike whenever it was possible. (I don't get out much now in the cold weather because I can't be arsed to get all bundled up just to get sweaty, so a couple times a week I clip into the pedals of the old Raleigh on the trainer. The last time I rode outside was a blustery day in early November.) Training for two centuries and a lot of club rides made up most of the miles--it takes about a thousand miles to train up to and ride a century. I've got my eye on some trick new gear, but it's no fun to get until you can use it. So, by March of next year I'll be itching to ride outside and figuring out what new things I must have to make my riding experience complete.
PS Riding 2700 miles is also a great way to lose 35 pounds. Winter's holiday overindulgence is a great way to put some back on, though. I must return to the Stalinist eating habits I employed during my months of training. That means no dairy except a little cream in coffee, no extaneous calories, especially from bloat-inducing alcohol, eat big early in the day, carb load before the weekly club ride (race), 1 fast food meal and 1 pizza feast once a week. OK, so I won't be doing the club ride again until Spring. But I'll stilll enjoy the occasional mound of pasta. I came in second once, after a lot of pasta, a PowerBar, and half a gallon of Gatorade. Oh, wait, I do eat a lot of cereal with milk, so I don't forgo all dairy, but I do try and stay away from any cheese that's not on pizza, and sour cream and crap like that.
PPS I know, it's really a little bit nuts and obsessive. There's that Belle & Sebastian song about riding your bike through the town until your legs are black and blue. It's not as if they're paying you.
PPSS Yeah, but it's a pretty healthy habit. You won't catch any diseases that you can spread to your loved ones in various ways and you certainly won't spend eternity in the fires of hell just because you made your thighs sore.
This spiffy little thing is 19 pounds of pure adultery. Oh yes, I love it.
Not to brag or toot my own horn...but I have ridden over 2700 miles on my bikes this year. Most of it was on my main road bike, a 2003 KHS 500. A lot was on my old Raleigh Technium that I have pretty much permanently mounted on my trainer. I also rode to and from the office on my old mountain bike whenever it was possible. (I don't get out much now in the cold weather because I can't be arsed to get all bundled up just to get sweaty, so a couple times a week I clip into the pedals of the old Raleigh on the trainer. The last time I rode outside was a blustery day in early November.) Training for two centuries and a lot of club rides made up most of the miles--it takes about a thousand miles to train up to and ride a century. I've got my eye on some trick new gear, but it's no fun to get until you can use it. So, by March of next year I'll be itching to ride outside and figuring out what new things I must have to make my riding experience complete.
PS Riding 2700 miles is also a great way to lose 35 pounds. Winter's holiday overindulgence is a great way to put some back on, though. I must return to the Stalinist eating habits I employed during my months of training. That means no dairy except a little cream in coffee, no extaneous calories, especially from bloat-inducing alcohol, eat big early in the day, carb load before the weekly club ride (race), 1 fast food meal and 1 pizza feast once a week. OK, so I won't be doing the club ride again until Spring. But I'll stilll enjoy the occasional mound of pasta. I came in second once, after a lot of pasta, a PowerBar, and half a gallon of Gatorade. Oh, wait, I do eat a lot of cereal with milk, so I don't forgo all dairy, but I do try and stay away from any cheese that's not on pizza, and sour cream and crap like that.
PPS I know, it's really a little bit nuts and obsessive. There's that Belle & Sebastian song about riding your bike through the town until your legs are black and blue. It's not as if they're paying you.
PPSS Yeah, but it's a pretty healthy habit. You won't catch any diseases that you can spread to your loved ones in various ways and you certainly won't spend eternity in the fires of hell just because you made your thighs sore.
This spiffy little thing is 19 pounds of pure adultery. Oh yes, I love it.
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