Let me reintroduce myself.  I was formerly a cyclist, cellist, martial artist, and teacher.  Since I moved (the landlady foreclosed!) I’ve been tech support.  I’ve recently rescheduled my time, but I can’t spare the 2 hours a day to bike to work.  It stinks, and I’ll figure something out sometime, but not right now.

During the last week of December I decided I missed my bike too much.  The sun was out and I thought “-15º windchill is as bad as it gets.  Let’s do this!”

24 minutes later my legs hurt and I had learned a very valuable lesson: Don’t Forget Your Booties.  The wool socks didn’t do much for me.  Everything else was fine though!  Legs, arms, torso, head, hands, everything was covered.  Except my feet.  Somehow I managed to keep all my toes.  Lucky Me!

Today, however, was a workout of a different kind.  I decided I wanted to work my chest and belly.  Honestly, it’s been a while.  I thought I’d start easy:

One Hundred Twenty Five pushups.

Two Hundred Crunches.

I am insane.

I used the stopwatch feature on my iPod, but didn’t pause it at the redlight, where I chatted with another commuter.  This was the first time I’ve stopped at a light with another cyclist during a morning or afternoon commute.  Here’s my time:

23:52, 6.3mi
45ºF, Odo 2420mi
avg 15.83mph

Second Impression
It’s a little wobbly, but it was nice to wear normal shoes, and not need lycra shorts (I wore them anyway, under sweatpants).  I kept pulling my shoes off the pedals.  This is slightly disconcerting.  It also feels very strange to have that ability, again; to be able to lift my feet off the pedals.  I’ll install the baskets, that way I can still wear boots.

I felt stupid pedaling fast on this bike.  I felt silly in that I was exerting so much effort for such little result.  Just coast! Certainly, it needed to be done once.  I have my ‘hustle’ time, now I can just relax.

A couple, tattood and pierced, passed me in Manchester yesterday, riding two beautiful cruisers.  Hers was white and light blue.  His was tan and cream.  Punk and fenders.  Welcome to the slow bike movement.


August 20, 2008

I’m still limping, but it’s better than yesterday.  I expect to be back on the bike by Friday or Saturday.  Until then, I will practice cello and dream about my winter bike.  Thank you Fatty for taunting me with your Christmas present.  I am so jealous!

Maybe I haven’t mentioned this before, but when I feel bummed out or stressed, I get the urge to ride my bike.  Right now I’m bummed about not being able to ride.  Thus, my body tells me it wants to go ride;  specifically to the bike shop, to buy a new tire, tube, and to order this bike.  This is part retail therapy, but mostly my own brand of movement therapy.  Moving makes me feel good, be it dancing or cycling or karate.  I’m fighting off the urge to splurge by paying bills.

After repaying a bit of college, I rode to the bike shop.  I was curious how much my leg would hurt and I needed to pickup a new tube, tire.  Don’t worry, it’s only .7 miles away.  I found I’ll have to cough up 50% of the bike to order it, and that’s non-refundable.  Here’s hoping they pick a size that fits!  While riding to the shop, I discovered my leg hurts less riding my bike than it does walking. Great! Tomorrow I will ride in–carefully.  That means I’ll hit my goal of Two Thousand Miles on Friday.  Wow!