The cool, crisp autumnal air of a week ago has yielded to 87° of pure, late June warmth. The brisk wind in my face is refreshing as it whisks away the beads of sweat dripping from my forehead. Still, I’m feeling the heat; 7.5 miles into the ride and I’m really pushing an uphill climb. The ostensible goal of every ride I undertake is to cover 20 miles within the time frame of one hour. Given my routes begin and end at home, and the topography of the greater Akron area (hills!), I’m working on improving my time going up those challenging inclines. The particular hill I’m climbing at this point is not terribly steep so I’m able to maintain a consistent 14–15 mph, but it’s work.
Various thoughts are surfacing and re-submerging as the ride progresses. I’d been working on my blog earlier and debating whether: a) I would continue to write these bike-inspired narratives; b) if so, should I include a link or two to a couple of bike-related sites. Ultimately, I decided I would continue to compose these innocuous reflections if only to serve as blog filler while I work on other essays. Now, I’m chewing on the link question.
There are a couple of problems I have with bike-related sites, particularly those directed to road cyclists like myself: first, the unrelenting obsession with the latest in biking technology and gear. I’m just not interested in the arcane minutia concerning the pros/cons of various frame materials, frame geometry, gear ratios, components, saddles, shoes, socks, jerseys, shorts, bibs, etc., etc., etc.
Second, the assumption that any/everyone riding a road bike is seeking to compete in races with others. Not me. Yes, my rides are all about exercise and getting in a good workout, but the only person I want to compete with is myself.
The two dogs rushing out at mile 10.3 to inform me I am not welcome in their territory bring a smile to my face. The decision is easy: there will be no links to biking-related sites from my blog. My bike rides are about so much more than exercise and competition.
My odometer indicates I’ve traveled 22 miles and my watch says an hour and twenty minutes have passed since first stepping into the pedals. I’m drenched with sweat and ready to jump into a most welcoming shower.
Life is good.