Wow. It’s been 6 months since my last post. Guess I’ve been busy. Or uninterested.
In the last six months, I’ve lifted weights (once a week), done yoga (after running on Saturdays), run (a ton), and ridden (ridden?) a fair bit. Do I do anything else? I don’t think so. See (two different) nutritionists, each once a week. Get a weekly massage. See the foot guy every other week. See the acupuncturist on the weeks I don’t see the foot guy.
I haven’t been swimming all summer. In part, I think, because swimming in the late afternoon in the summer is like being in a toilet. Literally. Although I do like moving through the water. Interesting to see if I swim more this winter.
I feel like my training regimen is remarkably limited…probably not. Just what I feel. What else could I be doing? Spinning? No, I don’t really like being indoors on a bike. Mat pilates or yoga. Maybe. Yoga is super early on Saturday evenings (6 PM). Mat pilates is super early on Sunday mornings — which I’m probably not going to get up for in the winter. Zumba (my coach, Mr. “I Don’t Dance” is taking Zumba). Maybe, if at a convenient time.
But I am compelled to re-engage because Sunday I participated in the Long Beach Marathon Bike Tour. My first cycling event. It was surprizingly scary and hard.
Scary because it starts at 6 AM, in the complete dark (street lights and such are on). And scary because there are like 3,000 riders — probably only 1,000 interacted with me — but there are people zooming past in the dark and on hairpin turns.
Hard because it was hard. I rode with Michele (light years better that me) and Alicia (sound waves better than me). They rode together and chatted while I followed closely behind (a lot of the way) and tried to keep up (the rest of the way). About mile 11 of a 20-mile ride I fell significantly behind and had to really work to catch up. About mile 17 they rode off and I finished up alone. As I was riding along there at the end, I was thinking “this is not fun”. There’s nothing fun about being buzzed on both sides by people MUCH faster/better than me or about riding in the dark on an unknown course with hairpin turns. There was really not much fun in working so hard for an hour plus. I’m not sure a bigger (longer) cycling event would be fun.
When I was changing clothes — from cycling gear to work gear for the rest of the day — my hair was soaked from the scalp to the dripping off the ends…12-15 inches of soaking wet. (You don’t know you’re sweating on the bike like you do when running, because your clothes are wicking sweat away from the skin and the wind is drying it off.)
I really like cycling. I’m clearly improving (from having never been on a bike, to riding 20+ miles clipped in). But the work to get better — really?
Carlos Romero is one of my inspirations in life right now. And he’s a dauntingly fabulous cyclist. But there’s nothing appealing to me about this picture. This is probably how he gets better. But really. Riding looking at a wall (maybe listening to music, I cannot tell — I could be listening to an audio book), with a fan blowing on you, feet a blur. (Fire extinguisher ready in case his feet catch fire.) Doesn’t look like fun to me.
On the other hand, I am voluntarily going to run 5 hours this weekend. Most people cannot imagine doing that. I cannot imagine doing it. I just do it.
As my “A” race approaches (French Riviera Marathon — Nice to Caan (France) on November 9th), I am peaking and getting ready to taper. I am grateful for the generous support from the universe — a great number of people have contributed to my success this season. Without naming all those peep (because I’ll forget someone) let me just say a heartfelt THANK YOU. I am humbled.