So, I am first and foremost a lifter of the weights. I had never felt like an athletic person until I realized that my body responds very well to heavy lifting and started training in the weight room. I adore lifting and it has been my go-to workout for years. Sure, I’ve done cardio, but I mostly hated it. I’ve tried to be a runner, but I injure myself every time I start a running program. I have resisted cycling (which my better half does like it’s his job) because I had memories from my younger days of hills being realllllly haaaaaard. And I don’t live in Alaska or Norway, so cross-country skiing is out.
But for several months, I have been craving some new sort of fitness challenge. I need some kind of endurance activity. I want something (to complement, not replace lifting) that I can measure in ridiculous numbers of hours or miles, as opposed to pounds or reps.
After realizing running can’t be my thing, I sucked it up and asked The Man to set me up with a road bike. He did, and the first couple of rides were okay, but I was mostly terrified. Such narrow tires! So many cars whooshing by! So many manhole covers! But I quickly discovered that my work in the weight room makes me a strong rider, even on hills. Today I rode 1.5 hours, over 20 miles, and it is finally feeling comfortable. I’m learning what my bike can do. I experienced being flooded with endorphins. I fell over at a stoplight because I got stuck in my clip-in pedals, but it was a rite-of-passage, so I didn’t even mind. And now I’m obsessed. I want to ride every day.
The worst part is that nobody wants to hear about my cycling, but it’s all I want to talk about.