Greetings from 2/3 of the way through our 10% tour!
I intended to blog almost every day but adding 1-1 1/2 hours of biking to my life every day has proven to be a bit of an adjustment. Most days we can complete the "required" mileage in around an hour. But, in order to keep it fun for the 2 & 5 year olds, we tend to break up the ride. We ride the furthest on our way to a park, have a play stop, then bike the rest of the way home. I'm not complaining about this. I want this experience to be a positive one for all of us. And, I'll admit that in the beginning, there were a few days that I had my doubts as to whether or not it would be positive for me :)
But, I have to say, I am AMAZED at how my strength and endurance has increased over the course of the last 18 days. Let me give you an example.
Four days into our journey, I mapped out a 13 mile route. My husband introduced me to this cool website mapmyrun.com. You can chart your route and it will tell you how far you are traveling. It will also show you the elevation changes of your route. I didn't know about this feature on day four. But, when my husband got off work, I had the kids all set and we were ready to go. I was fine for the first mile. The second mile got a little harder, but I was still making it. Then came mile three. I was on a road which I had driven often. Unfortunately, I never noticed it was a hilly road. There are a few words that come to mind when I think of that third mile that day: hyperventilate, embarrassed, hyperventilate, out of shape, hyperventilate, struggle ~ you get the idea. As I approached the top of the hill pulling the tag-a-long, I barely made it to the side of the road where it took me about 3-5 minutes of concentrated breathing to bring my heartrate and breathing somewhere in the vacinity of "normal". It. Was. Bad. Very bad. The only positives in my mind were that I didn't stop at mile 3 (we continued on to complete 11 miles that day) and that there was nowhere to go from there but up.
Now, let me tell you about today.
The kids were not horribly interested in riding with us today. So, I took my turn first. As I set out, I decided that I was going to tackle the "Day 4 ride". Now, there are a few things that have changed for me. First, I no longer think that 10+ mile rides sound "long". Second, I can still feel my butt and legs when the rides are over. Third, I am now consistently riding on the "big front gear" on my bike. I started this "tour" only being able to manage on the middle front gear but the last few days, I've been able to move up to the big gear and not die. So, my logic was that if I got into trouble on this "Day 4" ride, I had a middle gear range AND a small gear range that I could move through. So, off I went.
And, guess what. I made it to mile three! And, guess what else? I didn't stop! And, what else you ask? I completed FOURTEEN+ miles for the day. Did I mention I didn't stop? Not only did I conquer "Day4", I blew it out of the water. And, I only had to drop to the middle gear for the very hardest part of mile 3 and then right back into the big gear for the rest of the ride.
YEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Riding
Anyone that knows my family well, knows that my husband loves cycling. Passionately loves cycling. Like, his bike is worth more than the car that it is sometimes attached to for travel purposes. When we first met, he told me he loved biking. I was thinking bikes with motors. I had NO IDEA about the world of professional cycling.
I grew up with a bicycle in my house. A Schwinn I believe. I have scars on my knees and elbows from falling so there is proof that I rode my bike :). I was what one might consider a "recreational cyclist" at best. I remember my dad buying a matching red bike so he and I could ride together. First time my dad took it out, a moving car decided it was going to force him onto the side of the road. Unfortunately, there was a parked car there and dad went flying over the handlebars when his bike hit the parked car. His arms and legs were mangled and his bike was worse. It hung in the garage for the rest of it's bike life and dad decided to stick to bikes with gasoline. After that, I didn't ride much at all and eventually I outgrew that bike and moved on with life.
So, imagine my surprise to find out there were bikes that cost more than $250. Significantly more. And, then imagine my surprise to find out there were people, cool people, who rode their bikes for more than delivering newspapers. When Dan and I met, my eyes were opened to a whole new world of biking. He had THREE bikes. Three GOOD bikes. Two that were moderately priced and one that he was building a piece at a time because he couldn't afford to buy it completed. I was just adjusting to this perception shift in biking when the first Tour de France of our relationship started.
I remember the first time I watched the tour. I fell asleep. I tried, really I did. But, come on ~ people riding bikes for 4-5 hours??? Riding BIKES???? No touchdown passes, no goals, no three pointers, no ACTION??? How is one supposed to watch this and why???? But then Dan began explaining the sport to me. How every stage is different. How there are multiple competitions going on within the main race. How FAR they ride and for how LONG. How high those mountain stages really are. And, the thing that finally sucked me in was, of course, the drama. If I can't get behind the technicalities of the sport, tell me the history of the players and their life stories and , BAM, I'm in! Enter Lance Armstrong and Jan Ullrich (pronounced Yon Ul-rick). Just the fact that I didn't have to spell check his name is testiment to the fact that I loved their drama.
Since that first year I've learned to like biking more and more. Or, at least I appreciate it on a level that allows me to understand my husband's lifelong love. And, I've accumulated some "equipment" of my own. He bought me a Trek mountain bike as a wedding present. He made us hold out to save enough money to buy a Burley bike trailer when our first child was born. And, when she was too big for that and we needed the trailer for the youngest, he told me to wait to buy a tag a long until we could afford a "good one". We found a fantastic deal on a Trek Tag-a-long. He convinced me that if we would wait and buy quality we would enjoy the experience so much more. He was so right. The equipment is lighter, it handles better and I'm doing things I never thought before I'd do. Like ride with two kids attached ~ the tag-a-long first then the bike trailer attached to that!
So, the other day I got an idea. I proposed that we ride alongside the Tour de France right here at home. But, to make it attainable, I suggested a "10% Tour". So, each day we are riding 10% of the total distance of the peloton in the Tour de France (for those of you like me ~ the peloton is the fancy French way of saying "the group of riders"). Today we only have to do 0.5 miles but Dan rode over 10 miles to work and I'm getting ready to take the "Mommy bicycle train" on a 5 mile loop. By the time it's over three weeks from now, we should have logged over 250 miles...
Stay tuned.
I think I've come a long way :)
I grew up with a bicycle in my house. A Schwinn I believe. I have scars on my knees and elbows from falling so there is proof that I rode my bike :). I was what one might consider a "recreational cyclist" at best. I remember my dad buying a matching red bike so he and I could ride together. First time my dad took it out, a moving car decided it was going to force him onto the side of the road. Unfortunately, there was a parked car there and dad went flying over the handlebars when his bike hit the parked car. His arms and legs were mangled and his bike was worse. It hung in the garage for the rest of it's bike life and dad decided to stick to bikes with gasoline. After that, I didn't ride much at all and eventually I outgrew that bike and moved on with life.
So, imagine my surprise to find out there were bikes that cost more than $250. Significantly more. And, then imagine my surprise to find out there were people, cool people, who rode their bikes for more than delivering newspapers. When Dan and I met, my eyes were opened to a whole new world of biking. He had THREE bikes. Three GOOD bikes. Two that were moderately priced and one that he was building a piece at a time because he couldn't afford to buy it completed. I was just adjusting to this perception shift in biking when the first Tour de France of our relationship started.
I remember the first time I watched the tour. I fell asleep. I tried, really I did. But, come on ~ people riding bikes for 4-5 hours??? Riding BIKES???? No touchdown passes, no goals, no three pointers, no ACTION??? How is one supposed to watch this and why???? But then Dan began explaining the sport to me. How every stage is different. How there are multiple competitions going on within the main race. How FAR they ride and for how LONG. How high those mountain stages really are. And, the thing that finally sucked me in was, of course, the drama. If I can't get behind the technicalities of the sport, tell me the history of the players and their life stories and , BAM, I'm in! Enter Lance Armstrong and Jan Ullrich (pronounced Yon Ul-rick). Just the fact that I didn't have to spell check his name is testiment to the fact that I loved their drama.
Since that first year I've learned to like biking more and more. Or, at least I appreciate it on a level that allows me to understand my husband's lifelong love. And, I've accumulated some "equipment" of my own. He bought me a Trek mountain bike as a wedding present. He made us hold out to save enough money to buy a Burley bike trailer when our first child was born. And, when she was too big for that and we needed the trailer for the youngest, he told me to wait to buy a tag a long until we could afford a "good one". We found a fantastic deal on a Trek Tag-a-long. He convinced me that if we would wait and buy quality we would enjoy the experience so much more. He was so right. The equipment is lighter, it handles better and I'm doing things I never thought before I'd do. Like ride with two kids attached ~ the tag-a-long first then the bike trailer attached to that!
So, the other day I got an idea. I proposed that we ride alongside the Tour de France right here at home. But, to make it attainable, I suggested a "10% Tour". So, each day we are riding 10% of the total distance of the peloton in the Tour de France (for those of you like me ~ the peloton is the fancy French way of saying "the group of riders"). Today we only have to do 0.5 miles but Dan rode over 10 miles to work and I'm getting ready to take the "Mommy bicycle train" on a 5 mile loop. By the time it's over three weeks from now, we should have logged over 250 miles...
Stay tuned.
I think I've come a long way :)
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