It's 53 degrees and windy in the Big Apple, so I headed into the Park betting the tourists would all stay in the Museum. There was a detour around the Revlon Walk for Something and I took a spill trying to get around a rollerblader on the narrow footpath, but drew no blood. I've only fallen off the bike three of four times, but I am getting better at it. I used to stick my knee and elbow out, to break the fall. That's dumb, and luckily only a good scar proves it. Today I tucked my my knee and elbow towards by bike/body, and took the fall on my hip and shoulder. Much better. The grass helped, too.
The numbers:
Disatnce: 18.15 miles
Time: 1.15.58 hours
Av Speed: 14.3 mph (slower than usual today; I suspect the detour pulled me down.)
Av HR: 149 bpm
Max HR: 178 bpm, the great hill, whoa
Calories burned: 1131
Peace, brothers.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
A Better Fall
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Nice Job. Way to get out.
I sat on my butt all day and did NOTHING. Off to our anniversary date dinner tonight.
My favorite fall off a bike was when I went to pick up my brand new road bike back in the mid-90's. I went to this full-pro cycling shop in which the guy insisted on taking you out for a spin before he let you leave with the bike. He wanted to make sure that his measurements all added up to a proper fit. Anyway, we went for a ride, and I was loving it. No issues and the bike felt great. I even loved the clipless pedals (Speedplay, which still rock)...at least I did up until the end of the ride. We glided into the shop parking lot and rolled up to the front of the shop. Now, the shopfront is basically one big, floor-to-ceiling window. Anyway, we rolled up to the window of the packed store (packed with real, techy-type cyclists), came to a stop, and I proceeded to fall over onto the pavement. I was so concerned with looking the part that I forgot about the damn pedals. Too funny. I guess you can only play "cool" for so long before reality comes back to slap the dork back into you.
Later boys.
My favorite fall off a bike was when I went to pick up my brand new road bike back in the mid-90's. I went to this full-pro cycling shop in which the guy insisted on taking you out for a spin before he let you leave with the bike. He wanted to make sure that his measurements all added up to a proper fit. Anyway, we went for a ride, and I was loving it. No issues and the bike felt great. I even loved the clipless pedals (Speedplay, which still rock)...at least I did up until the end of the ride. We glided into the shop parking lot and rolled up to the front of the shop. Now, the shopfront is basically one big, floor-to-ceiling window. Anyway, we rolled up to the window of the packed store (packed with real, techy-type cyclists), came to a stop, and I proceeded to fall over onto the pavement. I was so concerned with looking the part that I forgot about the damn pedals. Too funny. I guess you can only play "cool" for so long before reality comes back to slap the dork back into you.
Later boys.
Yeah, I always manage to fall in the presence of a gaggle of pretty girls, just when I start feeling too sexy for my jersey. God punishes.
It's called hubris.
I've been thinking about a sprint tri myself -- not sure how to work in the swimming on any regular basis, but it could happen. We did actually join a pond/swimming hole place so maybe I could swim down there . . . Shake it up a bit on my hoopty bike.
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