Pacelines for group riding

Strava is killing me. I understand that pretty much half of the professional road cyclists in Canada live in my township, that they own bikes that are better equipped and weigh roughly a quarter of what mine does and that most probably have a genetic advantage over me, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to stomp the KOMs that I see on my area map. Right now my legs are absolutely killing me. I can barely walk up a decent flight of stairs, because my muscles are so sore. I’m convinced that if got my hands on a better bike that I’d be putting some of these pros to shame, but I don’t let that discourage me from attempting that on my Record. Such is the delusion of so called gamification. Aside from wishing for a new bike that I can’t possibly afford or justify the cost of, I also need to get over my fear of being hit from behind by sociopaths in their Benzes, doing 120km in 80km zones, passing me at only about a foot of clearance, because that’s holding me back more than anything. I end up giving only part effort once I hear the distinct sound of an erratic driver approaching me from behind. What’s the opposite of killer instinct?

Strava is killing me. I understand that pretty much half of the professional road cyclists in Canada live in my township, that they own bikes that are better equipped and weigh roughly a quarter of what mine does and that most probably have a genetic advantage over me, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to stomp the KOMs that I see on my area map.

Right now my legs are absolutely killing me. I can barely walk up a decent flight of stairs, because my muscles are so sore. I’m convinced that if got my hands on a better bike that I’d be putting some of these pros to shame, but I don’t let that discourage me from attempting that on my Record. Such is the delusion of so called gamification.
Aside from wishing for a new bike that I can’t possibly afford or justify the cost of, I also need to get over my fear of being hit from behind by sociopaths in their Benzes, doing 120km in 80km zones, passing me at only about a foot of clearance, because that’s holding me back more than anything. I end up giving only part effort once I hear the distinct sound of an erratic driver approaching me from behind. What’s the opposite of killer instinct?

Categories: cycling, road cycling, reblog,
Posing with my road racer after a ride that was only “meh”

Posing with my road racer after a ride that was only “meh”

My cycling suit finally arrived and I decided to put it to the test.
On the left, my highest speed while wearing my usual/former cycling attire of an extra small work-out shirt and a pair of work-out shorts. On the right, my highest speed while wearing the cycling suit, which is a full-length Spandex get up.
Hardly scientific, but as you can see, there’s an appreciable aerodynamic advantage to the cycling suit. 

My cycling suit finally arrived and I decided to put it to the test.

On the left, my highest speed while wearing my usual/former cycling attire of an extra small work-out shirt and a pair of work-out shorts. On the right, my highest speed while wearing the cycling suit, which is a full-length Spandex get up.

Hardly scientific, but as you can see, there’s an appreciable aerodynamic advantage to the cycling suit. 

Despite spending a month in Greece without a bike until my last two days there, I still managed to break 1000KMs. However, a recent week of terribly cold and rainy weather meant that I couldn’t meet my goal of achieving this by the end of the summer, but all things considered I’m just glad to have done so. Even if my expression conveys otherwise.

Despite spending a month in Greece without a bike until my last two days there, I still managed to break 1000KMs. However, a recent week of terribly cold and rainy weather meant that I couldn’t meet my goal of achieving this by the end of the summer, but all things considered I’m just glad to have done so. Even if my expression conveys otherwise.

Categories: cycling, goals, road cycling, fitness,