Woke up and wiggled the legs, which felt pretty good. We decided to bike to breakfast! I had a protein drink for some fuel.
Then we hit the path. The bike path is a little bit longer and a little slower than the roads (due to rough surface), but so beautiful and quiet on Sunday mornings. We got to Panera Bread and had an interesting exchange with someone while locking up the bikes. This man was sitting on the patio. He was quite a large man, as well.
Man: How far did you guys bike today?
Me: It will be 17 miles total, 8.5 here, then home after breakfast.
Man: Wow. That’s great. Then you can eat whatever you want.
That is such a common misconception. Burning an extra few hundred calories does not give one license to eat whatever. Too many people think this. I actually mentioned that this ride would not do that, but said how we had done 45 yesterday and could eat more because of that, but you can’t go crazy. He was then saying how he did some walking and was trying to do more, which we encouraged. I kind of wanted to tell him that I had lost 100 pounds and was now able to ride a lot, but sometimes it feels like bragging or being preachy, you know?
I was hungry by this time! That protein drink lasted me about 2 miles. Holdover from yesterday’s ride, I think. My delicious bagel.
Nom, nom! I really have kind of backslid on the types of bagels I eat. I am eating less of the whole grain ones and more regular ones. Part of that is that I dislike Panera’s whole grain bagel. It has a strange fishy aftertaste to me (blargh). Not sure what that is, but me no likey.
Then it was biking home and getting to what little work there was to do.
Couple of bike things. Tish asked:
How did you learn about how to repair your bike? Did you take a class?
No. I actually can’t really do a lot of repairs on my bike, but I can do the basics. There is a good book out there by Susan Weaver called “A Woman’s Guide to Cycling.” I found it at my library. It helps to get to know your bike. Understand how the chain works. Most problems with bikes are either flat tires or chain problems. Anybody can learn to fix those. Other stuff can go to the bike shop. You really should have working knowledge of how to change a flat tire, cause it is going to happen. Or at the very least, make sure you have your phone with you to call for a pick up. 😀
Ish also commented:
You must either have an amazingly plush bike seat or buns (literally) of steel.
It’s really the 2nd part of that. It just takes time. When I first got this bike about 5 years ago, I could only ride a few miles and man did my fanny hurt! It hurt just sitting in a normal chair after biking. Then I started getting used to it. I don’t have a gel seat or anything special; it is just the seat that came with the bike. In fact, I need to replace it soon and I am afraid to because it is so comfie. You need to ride consistently to get rid of the soreness. That means going out every other day. Yes, it will hurt at first, but that does go away. I promise. After the first summer biking I was fine, and then the next spring my butt hurt again, but not as bad. This year it didn’t hurt at all getting back on the bike. I have really built up whatever bone strength/callus I needed by consistent training. I now own padded bike shorts this year and can go even longer comfortably. I did find my threshold for soreness, though, and that was at 95 miles. Then I started to hurt. Just like with anything in life, your body adjusts the more you do. You just need to be patient and consistent. (How many times can I use the word ‘consistent’ in a paragraph??)
Lunch break! Tried a new cereal with yogurt and strawberries. It’s Total Omega 3. Had a coupon, so gave it a shot.
Tasty! A little sweet, but very good.
Slow work day, so I got more work done on the cookbook and some outside stuff. I am trying to patch our driveway, but it is really more crack and hole than asphalt left, so it might be a lost cause.
I was ready for snack time!
Then an hour later I was still hungry, so I had the last of the picked blueberries. Wahhh!
Sometimes I really like what I write. Things every once in a while come out sounding just like I think them. For those that didn’t read yesterday’s post (gasp!) , I said this:
The scale is just a box with a number on it. It does not tell me that I am strong and beautiful. It does not know that I can bike 100 miles in a day. It does not know that I can squat and deadlift in the weight room with the guys. And I don’t care what it doesn’t know about me – because *I* know it.
Shelley called it my scale manifesto, and I fell in love with that term! (Thanks, Shelley!). I need to put it on a t-shirt or a coffee mug or something. Definitely going to put in the sidebar at some point when I have time to fiddle with the blog (I also note I need to change my age to *ahem* 42…).
Smokehouse run today, so we finally have meat! John grilled up some awesome boneless pork chops. Side of brussels and a mango tango pluot.
I really like the pluots. So juicy and a mix of sweet and tart. Yum!
I am also so excited – the drought is over because tonight is some football!!! Are you ready?? I am! I don’t care if it is preseason, I’ll take whatever 😀