What have I been doing?
Have I been hanging out with hipsters, drinking octuple-IPAs? Have I been on the road with the spirit of Jack Kerouac, writing my first (nearly unreadable) novel? Have I been attending classes at the Culinary Institute of America, reinventing myself as the next
None of those things, though choice number three isn't unappealing. I've just been either working (which includes commuting) or resting, or sleeping.
So last week I thought, hey, maybe it's time to start getting in shape again. I haven't been training because there's no long ride I want to go on, but...what if I suddenly get the desire to go, and go far? I'd better be in shape.
To my mind the best way to start getting in shape is to take a short ride, and that's what I set out to do. Three miles (and change) downtown, and then back. But fate intervened in the form of my hometown marathon. There were so many detours for the marathon that I ended up riding just slightly longer.
|Yes, this is a boring picture. The point of it is what you don't see: the few hundred cars that are usual for this time of the morning. You can see the runners in this picture if you squint.|
According to MapMyRide, I rode about nine miles and burned 611 calories. This wasn't a great deal of riding, but it's more than I've done at one go in a while. I celebrated by going out for German food in the evening. This meal was accompanied, of course, by a couple of pints of German beer. I do wonder if the food and beer combined negated my calorie burn from the ride, but....best not to think of these things.
As always, going on a leisurely fun ride just reinforced the idea that I should go slowly for a greater distance than I'd originally planned. I remain part of the larger group of riders that don't think suffering is something we should all aspire to. I may never travel a hundred miles in one day, but...I don't care anymore. Being out on the road and not trapped inside a car is good enough.