Six years ago I completed my first century (100 miles) bicycle ride; less than a year later my first Half-Ironman triathlon. I considered an hour ride or a three mile run a warm up. I was one of those guys and loved every minute of it. My fitness level eclipsed even my Marine Corps days. At 39 years old I found myself in the best shape of my life.
Fast forward to today. I am fifty pounds heavier and my idea of a workout is taking the dogs down three flights of stairs for a walk around the pool. My mood has soured, as can be seen in my last few blog post. My confidence is shot and I am quite peeved for allowing myself to get this way. Oh sure, there are excuses: life, stress, marriage, moving, new jobs, and finishing my novel. But excuses are all they are. I can clearly recall myself telling others that exercise must be a priority in your life. Only then will you find the time. I know how to fix my situation and I have finally been doing something about it.
For the last week or two the wife and I have been taking increasingly longer and more intense walks. Because of them my mid-day energy levels have increased, my motivation is elevating (although in small increments), and I can feel a twinge of the old self lurking under that 50 pounds of fat. This past Sunday morning I took it to the next level. Running at my age and weight will tear up my knees and inflame the plantar fasciitis of my right foot. I needed something that will allow a long cardio workout while keeping the impact low. The obvious answer has been sitting on my porch for the last year — my bicycle.
I must admit that getting the bike, the bike rack, and my cycling kit down three flights of stairs was a workout unto itself. I seriously considered tossing everything over the balcony or just skipping the workout altogether. I held fast and headed to downtown Fort Worth. Less than a mile into the ride, I had more doubts. My thighs were tight and trying to maintain a pedal cadence of 92 rpm (rounds per minute) seemed impossible. Being over a year since my last ride, I realized that I’d have to start slow; let my muscles loosen up and get back into the routine. I slowed down the cadence and eased into the aero-bars for a long ride. Over the next 7 miles I realized a few things.
1) There is a LOT of construction going on along the Trinity Trails.
2) My 50 pound belly makes leaning over while pedaling very uncomfortable.
3) There have been some massive changes along the trail — all for the better. (Thanks to the Fort Worth Mayor — may God bless her and keep her in office for another term.)
4) Road bike seats are not very comfortable when your ass isn’t used to it.
5) MapMyRun app for iPhone is cool as shit — it even gives you mile splits without turning off Pandora.
6) I’m slow as hell.
At the 7.5 mile point (my turn around) I took a five minute break. Stretched, clean my glasses, and hoped I could make it back without passing out. Back on the road I could feel that I had a tailwind, which help out tremendously. By this time, my legs had eased into the routine and my belly fat had shifted enough for me to go into the aero position with suffocating or crushing my testicles. I know it is probably my imagination, but I could almost feel my system cleansing itself of the toxins that were injected into my body over the last few years. I didn’t just stink of sweat, I reeked of ammonia. But, then again, that is one reason why I am out there.
I finished my 15.5 mile ride in 1hr 9min 56sec. It’s nowhere near my pace of five or six years ago, but this is an older, rounder, and slower self. I really don’t mind too much, I’m going to use it as a benchmark — my starting point. Less than an hour after the ride and I felt great. The rest of the day I had energy and felt productive. I got out there, pushed past my boundaries, and finished. I am better for having done it and I know it is only the beginning. That is the hardest part — starting. Get started and it will be easier from here out. I know it, I just need to keep reminding myself.
The Man In Progress has started once more!