18 Miles Per Hour

18 MilesPerHour is about riding through the world instead of just passing it by.
NOT THAT FAR AWAY IS FAR ENOUGH
For better or worse, lately I’ve reached a level of fitness where a 2+ hour, climbing-heavy ride is no big deal. The “for worse” part of this is one that you may identify with. See, I’m suddenly in the throes of a busy month, work-wise. One that doesn’t allow for long rides before or after work on weekdays.
I have to hit the trail before sunup and only have about 45 minutes to ride before I have to get home, shower and get ready to sit in traffic.
So here’s the “for worse” part of my fitness: I got to the point where any ride that was under a couple hours felt like it was a waste of time. Like I was barely working out and it was doing nothing for my fitness.
Hogwash, of course, but there it is. I got a bit addicted to really pushing myself and feeling the burn of a 3+ hour ride. Anything less felt…meh.
So I started this week with a couple of those short rides. They were unsatisfying, but I kept doing them. And then this morning, on yet another stunted ride, something good happened. I started to awaken from that training-for-racing focus and started to look around again.
I started to absorb the world again. Rediscovered the 18milesperhour mission – to ride through the world and not just pass it by.
I didn’t get very far on my ride, but I got far enough. Far enough to see the trail again. To really enjoy the time, however short, on my bike again.
And now I’m back home.

NOT THAT FAR AWAY IS FAR ENOUGH

For better or worse, lately I’ve reached a level of fitness where a 2+ hour, climbing-heavy ride is no big deal. The “for worse” part of this is one that you may identify with. See, I’m suddenly in the throes of a busy month, work-wise. One that doesn’t allow for long rides before or after work on weekdays.

I have to hit the trail before sunup and only have about 45 minutes to ride before I have to get home, shower and get ready to sit in traffic.

So here’s the “for worse” part of my fitness: I got to the point where any ride that was under a couple hours felt like it was a waste of time. Like I was barely working out and it was doing nothing for my fitness.

Hogwash, of course, but there it is. I got a bit addicted to really pushing myself and feeling the burn of a 3+ hour ride. Anything less felt…meh.

So I started this week with a couple of those short rides. They were unsatisfying, but I kept doing them. And then this morning, on yet another stunted ride, something good happened. I started to awaken from that training-for-racing focus and started to look around again.

I started to absorb the world again. Rediscovered the 18milesperhour mission – to ride through the world and not just pass it by.

I didn’t get very far on my ride, but I got far enough. Far enough to see the trail again. To really enjoy the time, however short, on my bike again.

And now I’m back home.

  1. bouncesoul reblogged this from 18milesperhour
  2. 18milesperhour posted this