I read a great reminder post yesterday written by a new mom and an accomplished runner about working training plans into a hectic life.. Now to be fair, I don’t really think you can call what I do “training” anymore. I ride. For fun and stress relief. Because I have a hectic life. I just tend to do it really fast, because that makes me smile.
I don’t sit down and say, “Okay, I have to go [insert pace here] for [insert distance or time here] because I have to PR [insert event here]”. Three years ago? Yeah, to an extent, but nowadays it’s more about just going for a ride. For me, nothing is set in stone as long as my BMI is in the low 20’s.
Yesterday when I got home from the office, after one of my guys calling from jail and another two more not showing up due to car trouble, and deadlines that won’t move, I needed a ride. Bad. It should have been an easy day after the club ride but I needed to burn off some adrenaline.
I did everything right… right up until I turned out of the driveway with a 20-ish mph tailwind. After a mile I turned left and expected to battle a merciless crosswind. Instead I simply got down in the drops and held 20-21 mph fairly easily.
Now, two miles later it was a different story when I was headed back south (my normal weekday route is short, only 16 miles, and boring. The main reason my wife and l ride it is because it takes advantage of a lack of traffic and I like it because I can get it done in 48 minutes if I have to). Still, 16 mph was fairly easy and 17-18 was achievable so I stayed with 17.
The next three miles, heading east, were just as easy at 20-21 as the mile west – no east/west tilt to the wind, it was straight out of the south. Then two miles fighting the wind, a few tiny rollers… a mile north at 26-27, then turn around and do that mile again (it’s a fun mile, worth doing twice) followed by two wonderful miles north ranging from 24-29 mph, a couple headed back west and I was on my last mile…
I was at 18.7 average when I turned for home but the wind was picking up. In a rare moment I decided to just spin it home rather than bother worrying about holding my average. That last mile took me more than four minutes and I still came in almost eight minutes faster than my target of 16 mph anyway…
Nothing is set in stone.
Yesterday should have been an easy day. I rode hard the day before and I’ve got some big plans for the weekend if the weather cooperates, a fairly big “if”. On the other hand, I knew I’d have an easy day on the trainer today as the weather is showing high wind and storms all day long. More important, when my butt hit the saddle, I simply didn’t feel like going slow so I didn’t. The decision was based solely on my desire, and because I choose to be happy with who I am and how I pedal my bike, I am free to do as I please. That is all good.
It also meant I had some time to stage a few photos before dinner…