Yesterday I rode 50 miles on a bike as part of the LA Bicycle Coalition’s “LA River Ride”. The whole process…ride out, stop for snacks at the 1/2-way point, ride back…probably took about 4:15. Not the best 4 hours of my athletic life, and no where near the worst.
I have almost nothing interesting or enlightening to say about the experience except I got a bruise on the back of my right calf, where it goes into the knee joint. While riding, I thought it was chafing and I could not imagine how/on what. Apparently the repetitive smacking against the elastic on the bottom of my bike shorts caused the bruise.
I love cycling. But today I don’t get the push to ride faster, faster, faster (and farther). Yes, it’s true that the first time on a bike, when I was pushed to 12 mph, I was outraged, thinking “nobody needs to go this fast. This is completely stupid.” And now that’s my meandering speed. So, maybe it’s the same thing. I just don’t “get” it yet.
Why it is, do you suppose, that I’m drawn to these odd ball endurance events? So few people do marathons, why have I done several? I don’t know, but I suspect that even fewer people have ridden a bike super long distances (taking the general population into consideration). Why is that appealing to me?
Thinking about activities in the coming months, cycling is going to be high on the list. Strength climbing hills on a bike is definitely on my list. So, I guess father is going to be on the list too. I just don’t know about dramatically faster.