Showing posts with label bicycle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bicycle. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Our Century

In cycling the term "century" means a ride of 100 miles (I know that probably just blew your mind). On RAGBRAI last year, we discovered that the organizers always plan one day with an extra optional loop which the serious-to-hardcore cyclists can take to get their mileage up to 100 for the day, and complete a century during the week long ride.

We found ourselves challenged enough with the normal distance each day of RAGBRAI, generally averaging somewhere between 60 and 70 miles, so we definitely passed up on the century. In fact, I believe by the time we got to the optional loop, the organizers were actually telling riders it was too late in the day to take the loop and safely make it to the overnight town before dark. After that experience I had a hard time fathoming the idea that we would ever complete a century with our current cycling skills and equipment (we have hybrid bikes and no special toe clips or clip-on pedals to improve our efficiency).

What a difference a year makes! We planned our first round trip ride between Ames and Des Moines for today, which we estimated to be 92 miles. At the crack of 7am we were leaving our driveway, taking the bike lane on South Dakota out of Ames to Slater where we jumped on the High Trestle Trail to Ankeny. Once we reached the trailhead, we headed west on 1st Street towards Saylorville Lake until we got to the Neal Smith Trail, and completed the final leg into downtown Des Moines.

We reached our lunch destination of Fong's Pizza around 1:30pm, and found we had gone 48.1 miles! Some of that distance was extra riding we did while trying (and occasionally failing) to follow a detour near the end of the Neal Smith Trail, due to the high water of the Des Moines River. But still, with the slightly-higher than expected mileage, I realized that by the time we rode back home, we would be within a few miles of a century.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up! But first, I had to convince Amy. I casually suggested it while we were leaving Fong's to plant the idea in her head.

Here is a picture of her pondering this thought while we were on the north side of the Saylorville Lake dam.


By the time we were on our way back through Slater I had pretty much gone to self-pity, explaining that this would probably be the only time in my life I would ever be this close to a century; how could we not ride the extra five or so miles!?
I am not above self-pity.

I also promised I would never ask her to do a century again. Ever.

Amy came around, and once we got to Ames we took a few (quite a few) extra laps through the streets in our neighborhood in order to get up the requisite three digit odometer reading.

The final tally: 100.2 miles!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Biking on the Rebound



With the Iowa temperatures creeping up into the seasonably Spwingter zone of the mid-forties, we got the bicycles prepped and took a short ride out to the mall and back. Of course a bike ride to the mall is not complete without a stop at Cookies, Etc, followed by a stroll up and down the hallway to browse a little at GameStop and count the depressing number of vacant storefronts.

Fortunately I am in a healthy enough state to ride the bicycle. While the ankle band in this picture is intended to keep my pant leg from rubbing on the chain, I would probably be well-advised to also wear such a band with reflective warning tape next time I attempt to play basketball at the rec. The last time I tried a few weeks ago (without a warning band) I managed to sprain my right ankle for the second time in two months. Perhaps the reflective tape would have caused the other players to think "That ankle looks like trouble" and they would give it plenty of room for the foot to land and perhaps even lend a hand to help guide it squarely to the ground.

For some reason (like, oh, maybe the first time I rolled the same ankle just before New Year's), my brain failed to tell my right foot to straighten out for landing when I jumped for a rebound, and I came down on the side of it. Though I felt like I had rehabbed my ankle plenty since the first sprain, in hindsight I probably didn't spend enough time retraining my reflexes to react properly. As my physician told me, "you're not 19 anymore."

Perhaps it's time to put the basketball shoes away for awhile and focus on bicycle season.

Or in a few weeks when I feel like I'm ready to go again, I just need to remember that I'm an outside shooter, and let the 19 year old college kids deal with rebounding.