If you know me well (and you probably don't, at least not yet), then you know I am a tandem cyclist. I ride in the stoker position, which is the seat in the back. My husband, Alexander, rides in the captain position. He does the steering and the gear changes. I get to relax mentally because I don't have to think about tactics. I can enjoy the scenery. But don't get me wrong; I do have work physically -- they don't call that position the stoker for nuthin'. I enjoy tandeming so much I named my coaching business after it.
Now, I'm not in the best of shape -- but one of my goals for this year is to lose weight (I'm not saying how much, but let's say it should take me about six months to reach my goal), and to become more physically active on a consistent basis. One milestone for me is to complete the 72-mile America's Most Beautiful Bike Ride (72 miles around Lake Tahoe) on June 7, 2009.
Here's a trip report from our most recent training ride -- I sent this as an email to several long-distance friends who are also training for this event. (It's even funnier if you've met Alexander and his exuberant personality, compared to my more reserved and cautious nature).
Alexander & I decided to do a training ride for Tahoe early this
morning (it has to be early cuz we have 100+-degree days now). We set
off at 5:45 am (can you believe I actually got up that early?) on a new
route Alexander planned. He estimated it to be a 25-mile loop.
So we ride and ride and ride. I'm starting to get hot, and the
water supply is running low. We've only gone about 16 miles. But still, I'm
thinking: just 9 more miles to go. Alexander does some quick
calculations: "Umm, I think it's more like 17 miles to go; I guess it's
not a 25-mile route."
Uh oh, then I need something to eat and something to drink with
sugar in it. Luckily, we are right by a Denny's so we have breakfast.
A real breakfast: eggs, hashbrowns, juice. We fill the water bottles
with ice water. OK, now I'm good to go -- but the breakfast break made
for a longer stop. It's really hot now.
As we go along, I start psyching myself to make it another 17
miles. Somewhere between Denny's and home, Alexander does another
calculation. "Umm, this route is more like 37 miles." I can do it, but
I'm tired and hot and want the ride to be over. I psyche myself to
just keep going, and pray that Alexander does not do any more
calculations, because with each calculation the route gets longer. :-)
While I silently curse, Alexander is happily pedaling and telling me
how "fresh" he feels.
All right finally we are in the home stretch. I am just barely
hanging in there. I tell myself
"Just stay on the bike, let Alexander
do the work, but stay on the bike. You can do this. As soon as you get
to the driveway you can get off the bike, cool down and rest."
Oh
boy! The driveway is in sight! I did it! No more sore butt! Then
Alexander just whooshes past the driveway. What the H___! He tells me
he wants to log a full 39 miles; we're at 38+. Well, ladies and gents,
that's the downside of riding a tandem. If you have a crazy
adrenaline-fueled captain the FOL [translation: fat old lady] stoker has no choice but to be
dragged along. I protested enough to get him to turn around and hit
that driveway.
End result: 38.94 miles (when I was mentally prepared to do 25).
But actually I don't feel that bad. My butt is sore, but my legs feel
OK. And the heat was the hardest thing for me on this ride.
Now I 'm off to have a nap!
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