I knew the right thing to do. But, I don't know, maybe it was blood sugar out of whack, lack of rest, stress from work, probably as usual a potent combination of the above. but I just didn't feel it. So I made a cup of strong chai, put the Rolling Stones Some Girls LP on the turntable, and cranked it.
|Note first release cover with Raquel Welch, Lucy, and Farrah|
After listening all the way through Far Away Eyes, I reminded myself: motivation follows action. So I stopped moping, dressed up for riding, got on the steel mountain bike, and headed for the hills. When the Whip Comes Down.
On the way out, I still felt the food bulk from last night. As I warmed up, though, and it was a mighty pretty day out there, I still felt a little sick to my stomach, but my brain-body machine began to feel good about the muscles burning up a few calories.
|Feeling motivated to ride through the pass up ahead|
Just when I got to the trail, I started to feel more connected to the bike. I had no particular trail, route, or destination in mind, I just knew that I had to get to the rocks and ride. I don't know if you have been out on a fairly rocky mountain trail lately on a steel mountain bike with no suspension, but it's a special kind of vibe you get. As in, the trail buzz resonates up through the frame, through your hands and feet, and into your muscles, a pleasant form of punishment. You make like a big spring, and absorb it all with your muscles, sinews, and bendy parts. As I felt the rhythm, I opened it up a little bit, which can feel pretty out of control since I was running smooth, skinny tires, but that's what I came for.
|Having fun, keep going...|
I rode out to the parking lot on the other side, took a big slug of water, then turned around.
|Sometimes people practice for the Grand Canyon by hiking up this steep antenna road/trail with packs on.|
I wasn't sure what the plan was for the homeward leg, but then I felt it as I topped the pass: hammer, hammer, all the way home. Through four types of riding: rocky trail, road, gravel canal path, paved path, big ring at a good cadence, as much as I could take. The variety of a mixed ride like this one really appeals to me. I pedaled as fast and hard as I could. When my quads and knees started to burn, I upped the cadence in a slightly easier gear instead of coasting. I hit a hard pace that I thought I could keep up all the way. And you know what?
It hurt. I cranked. I pushed as hard as I could, and I felt like I hit some kind of sustainable pace that was faster than I thought I could go for that far. I wheeled into my driveway with a clear mind, not feeling too bad about the food last night, and feeling a kind of balance and peace from ten miles of hammering. All the way home. I have to do that again soon. Maybe without a feast for marathoners weighing me down, though. Get up. Go ride.