Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

41 Miles Lets GO! Saturday was scheduled to be a 3:30 minute ride and amazingly enough David and I did just about that.  Ride time on Saturday was 3:35 minutes.  We did 41.27 miles of riding and 1,234 feet of climbing according to my strava.  While if you look at David's strava it would tell you we did 41.35 miles, and 1,131 feet of climbing and only 3 hours and 34 minutes of riding.  Which one is right?  Which one is wrong?  Who really knows.  Two different apps tracking the rides, two different satellites, it is one of lives little mysteries. It was a good ride no matter if it was a little longer or shorter.  What will be interesting is when he starts using his Garmin if we will get similar distances and feet climbed.   Last Saturday was much better than the previous week just from a temperature standpoint.  Riding at 84 degrees is day and night better than riding at 94.  We had a nice breeze with us a lot of the day.  It makes riding a lot more enjoyable not fighting the heat th

Tired today.  Didn’t sleep great last night. It got late on my fast last night.  Traffic was horrible coming home from my haircut.  I mean like it took me almost an hour to go 10 miles horrible.  Anyway, I tried to sleep in, but I was up by 6:40 and realized I shouldn’t have called off my workout, but at the same time, figured a rest day could do the body good especially since I crushed it on the bike yesterday.    I never got to right about Increasing Inertia last week, which was my ride on my Neo from last Friday.  I could say I just got busy and couldn’t write on Friday evening, but the truth is I got lost in the middle of no wear scoping bike routes for David and myself and ended up in Brentwood, which is a town about 20 miles from my house.  Anyway, last Friday’s ride was hard.  Not as hard as Wednesday’s but hard.  The only screaming going on Friday after was me screaming at myself because I just couldn’t keep the RPM’s up where the program wanted them to be.  I was really scream

  Sweat: the false profit  I am no workout expert.  I can’t coach it.  I can’t show you the right way to do it.  So, I’m going to try and say anything like that.  However, I have been training long enough and I know enough to know that sweat is a false profit. What do I mean?  Just because your shirt isn’t drenched from top to bottom doesn’t mean that you did not have a great work out.  There could be a number of factors that kept your shirt dry.   It could be you are a little dehydrated.  It could be that the conditions you are working f out are cooler than expected?  It’s 85 outside and I don’t have my AC on so, that could be it.  We are coming off days in the 100’s.  However the most likely factor was the desk fan that I had sitting on the dinner tray pointing right at my chest, blasting cool air in me.   Let’s be clear I rocked my work out.  I went three for three on stars today!  That’s right.  I felt awesome in the saddle today and was able to crank through the workout.  I could

  Recovery from the heat with my BFF All I can remember about Saturday's ride is that it was HOT!  HOT! HOT!!!  When we finished it was just after noon and it was a blazing 95 degrees outside.  The temperature climbed on us over 15/20 degrees.  It was ended up being a blistering 102 on Saturday.  Thank goodness unlike Friday night, and the prior Saturday I didn't have to endure a power outage.  Yes, my power was off again on Friday night.  Which was ok, I guess, but it really did screw up my nutritional intake.  Can't exactly cook when you have no power.   Who is ready to go on a bike ride?  I was ready to go on Saturday morning.  Knowing it was going to be hot out there.  I honestly, didn't think the heat would impact me that much.  Honestly, I couldn't have been more wrong.  I remember saying to my Mom the day before, ya the heat really bothers David, but I don't seem to mind to much.  Wow, I am can be an idiot.  First, as a person who sweats a lot, the heat i

After it was done.... I should never look at the workout before I do it.    I just don’t want to know what it is going to be like.     I had to drag myself over to my NEO yesterday and I was kicking and screaming the whole time.    I knew there was no way in hell I would be able to finish this spin.    Especially, after being off the bike for three weeks.    What didn’t help was the awful sleep I had on Tuesday night.     So, I say this in all seriousness, I headed to the big begrudgingly and with little to no excitement.  There is sat in my living room.  Not yet knowing that it was in fact the very bane of  my existence.  It would though.  Oh, it would.   One hour and nine minutes is what stood between me and the end of my day.  It isn't often that I walk to the bike with such dread.  It was a rare occasion.  It was not the hard spins that really worried me.  The 300 plus watts.  No, those, I could push through.  It was the 160 watts for 9 minutes.  That is what broke me before I

  My forced mid-summer vacation from working out is officially over.  We are back to the grind now.  It is funny as I type that, I can't help but think of one of my favorite motivational videos on YouTube called "Rise and Swim (Welcome to the Grind)" I love it because it has Michael Phelps in it and he is awesome.  It is right up there with his under armor commercial set to the "The Last Good Bye" I think that video is called rule yourself.  Both are excellent.  Extremely motivating especially for someone who is part Orca.  If you need some motivation I would watch either of them or both.  My favorite Michael Phelps thing is when he is warming up before a swim and he swings his long arms back and forth and can call his hands behind him.  I don't know why I think that is so awesome.  Like he was some sort of sea creature.   So, I as I talked about yesterday I started cycling again on Saturday.  22 miles, 700 feet of climbing, and 2 hours of riding.  Sunday, w

  Three weeks has a way of flying by, live is like that, if you aren't careful you will blink and it will pass you by.  That is why we have to do the best we can to appreciate each day we are given and make the most of our free time.  I really can't tell you where the last three weeks went.  What I can tell you is that on July 15, 2023 there was no way I wasn't going to be on my bike.   I wanted to be on it, I wanted to ride.  Time can fly by all it wants but not doing what you love makes it really hard.  I missed my bike.  So, even though temps were creeping into the 100's over the weekend, I was going out for a ride.   Representing my Home State of Indiana Exile from the bike was always intended to end on the 15th.  It was three weeks and a day post surgery.  Overall, I am fully recovered.  Everything feels back to normal for the most part.  I find myself taking more baths still than I used too.  That is ok though.  David came up and we were supposed to do an hour and