#oneaday Day 861: Cycle of Life

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Today I took ownership of a shiny new bicycle. It is red.

Technically I took ownership of a shiny new bicycle (that was red) yesterday, but said shiny new bicycle was far too big for me, meaning that my testicles suffered considerable (and uncomfortable) compression when attempting to stand astride it, and making actually getting on to the saddle without looking like some sort of Special Person an impossible task. It didn't do wonders for my confidence, so I took it back and exchanged it for a smaller one. Now I can ride it without feeling like I'm going to fall off. At least, not quite as much.

I haven't ridden a bike for at least five years, I think. I used to do it a fair bit and have always enjoyed it, despite not being very good at it. I'm fairly clumsy and cack-handed and balance has never been a particularly strong point, meaning that I'm not very good at doing things like signalling, or riding without my hands clamped firmly to the handlebars. (Any tips for getting over that particular phobia are most welcome.) I'm also not particularly good at going uphill, changing gear (with either hand) or bumping up onto a pavement. But I can, at least, pedal, move forwards and stay upright without falling off into heavy traffic and dying, which is a start.

Cycling is good exercise. I've been doing a lot on the exercise bike at the gym recently — up to an hour at a time — and it got me thinking I should get back on the "real cycling" at some point, particularly as the weather is so nice at the moment. Observations so far are that real cycling is significantly more challenging than gym cycling (at least on the resistance level I've had it set at, it seems) but you get to be outside and have the nice feeling of the wind rushing past you, which is most pleasant and one of the reasons I've always enjoyed getting on a bike as a means of transportation and recreation.

That "transportation" part is a good thing about real cycling. At the gym, you pedal and pedal and pedal for hours and don't go anywhere, you just make the little numbers on the screen go up. On a real bike, you can actually go somewhere that is too far away to walk. Granted, the speed at which I cycle probably isn't significantly faster than walking (unless I'm going downhill) but at least it makes some places that were previously inaccessible without jumping in the car a little more, well, accessible. This is nice. I could probably even cycle to the gym if I tried hard enough, though I then have to consider the fact that I also have to cycle back after exerting myself lifting heavy things and/or all the other stuff I decide to torture myself with.

I would very much like to get fit and lose weight, as has probably been made clear numerous times on these very pages. The more alternative activities I have to help achieve that goal, the less likely (hopefully) I am to get demoralised or bored with the whole thing. I'm doing pretty well with watching what I eat and trying to get more exercise on a regular basis — this is just another means to that end. We'll have to wait and see if it helps. Hopefully it will.


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0 thoughts on “#oneaday Day 861: Cycle of Life

  1. Good luck with that Pete. At least you have a fast bike – being red n all. 😀 There is always the probby that having enjoyed a lovely ride to somewhere previously inaccessible except by car, you then have to return from said place! And somehow the tendency is to go as far as you feel able to and not calculate the return in the 'as far as possible' bit!
    So the picture of the returning cycling athlete is that of an exhausted seriously pooped and drooping (over the handlebars) couch potato. I know – I make this mistake when I go for a walk along the clifftop near my home. I climb to 'Base Camp', sit on the seat looking at the Indian Ocean, stroll down the other side and along to the furthest lookout, push myself back to Base Camp fort another rest, then free-wheel (so to speak) down to the road and struggle back up the steep slope to home, where I finally crawl up the staircase to the living area and collapse. And the thoughts at that time are not "Wow what a great walk!" No doubt the sneaking suspicion that I am no longer a fit and active person may be uncharitably creeping into your mind. Sooooooooooooooo
    "Tell me what you thought of my poem, or be thrown into deep space." Do you need a hint with that? 😉

  2. good luck – you have picked on the real reason bikes work as exercise – it doesn't have to be exercise, it can be transport.
    Gym free zone for 20 years……………

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