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Fat bottomed girl
Jun. 28th, 2005 08:36 amSmart move of the day: take your empty water bottle in the house. Fill it up with nice cool water. Leave it on the counter when you pedal away.
Today I shall be buying a bottle of water on my way out of the building.
Took the 10.5 mile route today as it is muggy and I was feeling a bit stiff. Just after I got onto Lake Road, the longest stretch of the ride (about 6 miles of it, going the way I did today) a guy shot past me on a narrow-tired road bike, his shoes locked into the pedals with those snap-lock shoes. He was clearly better equipped for speed.
Which is why, I suppose, he seemed taken aback that I kept up with him.
At first he didn't notice, but when he stopped at a light and I changed gears behind him he glanced back. After that, he took off at a sprint and put space between us, but once we'd reached "cruising altitude" I crept closer and closer. The pattern continued down the length of Lake Road, across it and onto Detroit. At Detroit he caught a critical light that I missed and put some distance between us, but once I got through I found that I was slowly catching up again - and he was looking over his shoulder more frequently.
It felt like I was a zombie in a George Romero movie - slow moving, sluggish, and yet no matter how fast you go, every time you turn around they're right behind you! AAAHH! He eventually lost me in Ohio City, but it made me chuckle.
Today I shall be buying a bottle of water on my way out of the building.
Took the 10.5 mile route today as it is muggy and I was feeling a bit stiff. Just after I got onto Lake Road, the longest stretch of the ride (about 6 miles of it, going the way I did today) a guy shot past me on a narrow-tired road bike, his shoes locked into the pedals with those snap-lock shoes. He was clearly better equipped for speed.
Which is why, I suppose, he seemed taken aback that I kept up with him.
At first he didn't notice, but when he stopped at a light and I changed gears behind him he glanced back. After that, he took off at a sprint and put space between us, but once we'd reached "cruising altitude" I crept closer and closer. The pattern continued down the length of Lake Road, across it and onto Detroit. At Detroit he caught a critical light that I missed and put some distance between us, but once I got through I found that I was slowly catching up again - and he was looking over his shoulder more frequently.
It felt like I was a zombie in a George Romero movie - slow moving, sluggish, and yet no matter how fast you go, every time you turn around they're right behind you! AAAHH! He eventually lost me in Ohio City, but it made me chuckle.
