I’m taking a bike ride today. I had grease on me before I’d even filled a water bottle. I took this as a sign of a good day in the saddle.
I rode the bike leg of a super sprint tri course today. The event is coming up in two weeks and a friend is going to ride it. I figured if I turned on the tracking software and forwarded the data to her that she could, after laughing at my outputs, perhaps get something useful from the experience.
I am so very out of shape. So out of shape that it only takes a 16-mile ride and a few small hills to prove it.
She’s an out-of-towner, the person I’m riding for today, but she knows the roads. It could be, I’d figured, that she only knows them in a car though, so I wrote notes like “Watch out for this drainage grate there” and “Even in good form this pretend little hill always kills me there and I don’t know why.”
She pronounced my email the best ever. I think she was just chuckling at my speeds, though.
I caught one cyclist on one stretch and passed another on a climb. I’m also perfectly, embarrassingly out of shape. This was still one of my first rides of the year because of schedules and life and weather.
But, hey, spring!
