I’ve only been out on my bike 3 times so far this year. The first two times I went 20 kms. Early this morning I ventured 10 kms further and tackled some bigger hills at the same time. I got off the saddle as much as possible and attacked as much as my out of shape body could handle.
It’s made me a little humbled. I can remember the days where a 30 km ride was simple. An entire winter sitting on my butt has really opened my eyes. Since I can no longer run (for the time being), I must ride. I am no longer feeling sorry for myself and am prepared to hit the pavement.
I am currently 33 years old. Rewind about 10 years back I tipped the scales at 260 lbs… I’m 5’11”. Cycling made me into the athlete I never was. If it wasn’t for my bike(s), who knows what I’d be doing, or for that matter, how heavy I’d be.
True, I’ve yo-yo’d with my weight. Since then I’ve gotten to 175 lbs, but have since bounced around from 180 to 210 over the last 5 years. At the moment I’m 205… that’ll change as I put more miles on my bike of course.
I’m not entirely sure if anyone will read this, if they do, please leave a comment.