TFJ =
Tired of the Fat Jokes
Since purchasing a spinner a few months ago, I've been pretty consistent. I've got a full page of entries now on my workout sheet.
I've lost, maybe, 5 or 6 pounds...not great, but I feel a hell of a lot better. I can actually go up a flight of stairs without getting winded. Yay for me.
Last weekend I bought a mountain bike, so I could ride around with LC.
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No
Jeff, no cool pedals yet. I'm just getting started. Need I remind you of my
heyday?
I picked the bike up early Friday morning. LC had asked me to come down to the Y(MCA) to see him swim that afternoon, so I thought that would be a perfect opportunity to break in the new bike.
The Y is only a couple of miles away.
For normal people.
I decided to take the "back" way. Only there wasn't a back way. But I kept going...thinking that at some point I would find a street (I was on the trails, in a park).
This park was underwater...well, the roads were. See, I took the back entrance into the park, so I missed the "Road Closed" sign.
Every 100 meters or so there was a stretch of trail underwater, for about 100 meters.
Did I mention this was my first outdoor ride in ~10 years?
After the 2nd or 3rd one, my heart was racing and my arms were killing me. I stopped.
Then walked a little.
Got back on.
Got off.
Back on.
Finally, the park entrance...and more importantly, a road, a paved road.
OMG! I'm like 2 miles north of where I want to be.
Make it about a mile. Stop.
Half mile. Stop.
Finally just push forward, I knew they had sustenance at the Y.
I was supposed to be there at 2. I arrived sometime after 3.
Bought 2 bottles of Gatorade. Said hi to LC. Went outside and sat down. Exhausted.
After about 20 minutes, I gathered up my remaining strength and rode (straight) home. Took 10 minutes.
Total time: 2 hours
For perspective, this is what I did:
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Blue line is the direct route to the Y. The red line is the route I took.
What can I say? I had no
sherpa!
1 comment:
@greg
That looks like fun. torturous fun. I might have to give it a spin though.
Have you gone swimming at the Dolphin Club (i.e. in the Bay)? I did that way back in 2002...cold water is the best cure for too many beers the night before.
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