The Fit Recovery Cycling Dictionary defines Weight thusly:
The mass of one’s @$$ (and all of the other bits). This is often a topic of conversation that begins like this, after one has been cycling regularly with significant effort and eating well: “My God, you’ve lost a lot of weight! How have you managed such a feat?! You look so fantastic and healthy!”
The mass of one’s bicycle. Not surprisingly, as the mass of one’s bicycle decreases, cost increases at an exorbitant rate. In most cases one gets a pass on the cost of one’s bicycle if one’s family and home is properly cared for because as the cost of the bike increases, the amount one rides one’s bicycle increases. As a result, medical bills and the need for prescription medication decreases exponentially. Thus, one’s cost of living decreases – even with the cost of the bike and all of the kit required to ride it…
This is also known as a layman’s explanation for the Theory of Relativity.
Be cool, fit and healthy.
And remember this: Motorists who honk at you and flip you off do so because they wish they could be like you when they grow up. Don’t be upset by them. Have pity; they’re about to find out the hard way that Type II Diabetes isn’t a new Turbo Diesel pickup truck motor.
I put in 160 miles last week. Nothing special, but this late in the season, definitely not bad. 45 of those miles were done on my mountain bike…
While I understand the mountain biker’s love of trails, I am a hopeless roadie. It’s the speed and sexiness of road cycling, and that I can simply walk out of my front door with my bike and put in a few hours ending up with 60 miles – and end up right back at my front door… Couple that with the fact that I ride all season long for DALMAC. Once that’s over and I know I don’t have to worry about mileage, other endeavors are much more enjoyable.
So last week was the beginning of my mountain bike season. It’s always interesting trying to figure out how to balance all of the fun stuff I’ve got going on – road riding, mountain biking, hunting, bowling and watching football, hockey and the MLB Playoffs.
One thing is certain though: Cycling, in any form, always takes precedence over watching the idiot box (as it did today as my wife and I took advantage of the end of a rain storm that blew through early Sunday morning… I missed the last five minutes of the Lions win to ride.