Thirty miles on the bike - 10 miles on the road
Today, in addition to weight lifting, I took a thirty mile bike ride (in the rain, I might add), and then followed that up with a ten mile run. I sincerely have no idea what possessed me to do this, but I felt jazzed and energized and full of energy. Once I was rolling, I felt like I could go forever. It’s not often that one feels this good, and my theory is that when the good feelings are upon you, you should take advantage of them to the fullest extent possible.
The only downer (and it was a small one) was my inexperience in releasing my feet from the toe clips on my bike. I have the lollipop (which is the longest word you can type solely with your right hand on the keyboard) pedals. I know that I’m supposed to be able to release my foot simply by twisting my heel away from the bike’s frame, but for some reason, my right foot doesn’t want to cooperate. It hangs and then I fall. The fall doesn’t usually hurt (’cause I can see it coming), but it’s damned embarrassing. Today, it happened just as a woman runner came streaking by, and I could hear her laugh as she went whizzing by. I guess practice makes perfect, but I have visions of this happening to me in traffic. I can’t disengage, fall in front of a semi with bad brakes, and WHAM! Lights out. I can see my tombstone now.
Done in by faulty toe clips. It’ll give other gravesite visitors something to mull over.
Anyway, all in all, it was a good day. Onward and upward. I hope you all have a happy week. Until next time, Ciao!
