While I was out on my Tuesday 25 mile ride I started to feel cooped up in my cockpit, like I was scrunched in there too tightly (reach wise, bar to saddle). It was an interesting sensation and one I didn’t expect. I wrote about tinkering with my saddle height a couple of weeks ago and I’ve taken the time to get that meticulously dialed in to the nearest millimeter so when I was struck by the weird sensation that I wasn’t stretched out enough it really caught me off guard. When I bought the saddle, about six weeks ago if I had to guess, we started out with it right in the center of the rails and I decided that I was too stretched out and promptly moved it in to the very first mark on the rail where I rode comfortably since.
I’ve recently started working on a better breathing technique (more from the diaphragm/belly) and that’s where this is coming from – there’s just too much bend from my hips to my ribs so I can’t get a full deep breath without arching my back ever so slightly…so I’ve begun to tinker with my cockpit length by moving my saddle back a full centimeter to start. I’ll see how I like that this evening (an unexpected round of hail and rain required the postponement of a ride that I was very much looking forward to yesterday – daddy don’t ride in hail). Now a full centimeter is quite a big move really and may not be the best way to go (?) but the sensation of being cramped up was quite profound so I’m going with a bigger move just to see where that takes me – I do carry a compact multi-tool that has a 6mm allen wrench so if I have to make a mid-ride adjustment, I can.
More to come as the situation unfolds…
As far as training goes, I had the bright idea that I might scrap my triathlons this year and concentrate on a few more Century rides instead (The Tour de Lacs in Fenton, and the Pere Marquette rail trail with Steve and another 40+ with my wife if she’s feeling adventurous). More on that bright idea after it’s discussed in committee, and then with my wife.