I’ve ridden a bike here and there; I’ve just never taken it out of the neighborhood. Kenza and I have our fun rides and we stroll up and down the sidewalks. But, I’ve never actually taken my bike out on a real road, you know – the kind of road with cars – that kill people. That was, until yesterday when Michael took pity on my, and took me out for an easy 8.5 mile ride.* He picked a forgiving course, mostly flat and only a few small hills. He then dropped me off at home and went on his real ride. I averaged 14 mph. Slow, I know, but my goal was to NOT GET KILLED. I can’t tell you how many Jimmy Joe Bobs are driving around here talking on cell phone while pulling a giant trailer full of horses. There are so many joys to living in the country.
I had a great time riding with Michael and I begged to ride with him again today, so we went out on a shorter but a little hillier course and I was a lot slower – and I couldn’t believe it was a warm-up for Michael. I also took my Garmin so I could tell what my splits really were. I’m so freaking out of shape, it’s not even funny.
Now, I know it’s like a snail’s pace. And it’s probably not technically hilly for all you professionals; Michael was going uphill as fast as he was going downhill. But I was dying going uphill. And how the hell do you keep your shoe laces from getting caught on the pedals? That was so annoying.
I know what your next question is . . .what kind of bike do you have? Well, it’s a really pretty blue bike and Michael put a white seat on it that matches the lettering. I think the technically it’s called a hybrid bike, a six-year-old Cannodale that weighs 31.1 pounds. I know that’s not very much so I can’t use that as an excuse for my slowness. But seriously, it felt like it weighed 900 pounds going uphill. I’m thinking my next bike is going to be a Vespa.
What’s my next step people who ride bikes? I’m so new to this, but I really need an alternate form of exercise so if I ever do get injured from running again I have a back up. I like riding with my husband, but it’s sooo hard.
* I do feel the need to put a very important disclaimer here that we went out AFTER an hour of seriously serious leg torture. I am also playing the terrible punctuation card here.