Lovely, cold and fast weekend. They just go too fast, but they’re otherwise lovely. Nothing of great import was accomplished, as if by design. It was a weekend to sit in a chair and enjoy a nice blanket. So I did some of that.
But the skies were clear the whole time. This was approaching sunset last night.
We had dinner with a friend on Saturday. Our friend is a professor, an incredibly well regarded political anthropologist. She writes about food and labor and refugees. She has a Wikipedia page. She must not run her own Wikipedia page because, having just checked it, I noticed her being a wonderful host to two brilliant neighbors has not been added to the entry.
We’re the brilliant neighbors. She lives nearby. We run and ride by her house a fair amount. She is also a triathlete. Perhaps soon she’ll come dine at our house. So you have a week or so to create quality and credible Wikipedia entries about us.
(If you need a credible Wikipedia entry, I’ll try to return the favor.)
I wonder how many people I know as more than acquaintances that are on Wikipedia. Someone should write a script that cross references your social media networks, contact lists and text message recipients
I think this makes the fifth non-family we’ve dined with in a home in the last two years. I’ve been to three restaurants in that same amount of time. One of those was under professional duress, and the other two were outdoors. It’s no more or less weird than it has been over the last 21 months, oh, and here comes another variant.
Two Zwift rides this weekend. I’ve spent all my time in the saddle, of late, on just one particular course of the game. I set an admittedly humble goal of averaging 20 mph over the Volcano course. It’s a comparatively easy route, it’s biggest feature is one of the milder climbs on Zwift. Gear and Grit says the volcano KOM climb is tied for seventh in classification, 10th in length, 13th in ascent, and 15th in average gradient. In other words, this climb suits my style.
I’ve been sneaking up on this silly goal the last few weeks, and made a few improvements on Saturday.
I cut six (or 16, depending on which app you like) improbable seconds off my PR on the volcano KOM segment. That’s the 2.3 mile climb itself, which I’ve been up a dozen or so times by now. (So you can say I know the road.) I did the math after the Saturday ride and calculated that I need to find 32 more seconds somewhere over the course of the whole route to get to that 20 mph goal.
Looking at all the data on all the different apps, knowing I’m working pretty hard and with the climb to contend with, I just couldn’t see many places I could find 32 more seconds.
I tried again Sunday afternoon, thinking I might be able to get a few more seconds out of a lull in my good Saturday ride. If I could push a bit harder in the two-to-four mile and four-to-six mile splits I could get some gains. Push there, recover somewhere, and then peel my legs off on the climb and the descent. This was my thinking as I got ready, putting on the workout kit and noticing my legs seemed a little heavy. “No way I do it today,” I said to my reflection.
Started the route in the rain, motivated by passing a big clutch of people early, I concientiously upped my tempo in those two early splits, while hoping I could keep a respectable rhythm on the climb and maybe strategize something out of the descent and then the last bit toward the end.
I somehow found four more seconds of improvement on the KOM, which I’d just re-set just yesterday. Even more surprising, I took 1:47 off my total best time for the route. I hit my humble 20 mph goal, and finished the course averaging 20.4. I also improved my equally humble 20-minute power average by three percent. Over the course of the month I’ve bettered that number by six percent.
So, in that sense, the 12 rides I had this month were productive. I should ride more.
A few years back the great Bill Strickland wrote a list of things he’s learned in a lifetime of riding bikes. I liked the list so much that I copied it into a Word file, deleted the ones I hadn’t discovered, reworked the rest into what seemed like my own chronological order of discovery and started filling in the spaces in between.
My list has just 20 items on it. Twenty items in 10 years feels fairly prolific for life lessons. One of them is “You can push harder than you think.”
I remembered that one again yesterday, after that ride.
It’s Monday, and time to check in on the kitties. Phoebe enjoyed part of her weekend and some afternoon sun on the landing.
I told you about the new mattress. Poseidon is still a big fan of the old one.
And here’s the rare shot of the two of them sitting nicely with one another.
Must have been cold that night.
Looks like it’ll be colder still this week.
