This morning’s bike ride
didn’t go well.
After getting my fat bike
fixed yesterday, I couldn’t wait to ride it. I patiently waited for daylight
this morning, and soon after was on my way.
About 5 minutes into my
ride I realized that the problem I had with the bike was not remedied, in fact
it was now worse! Now I had a slight grinding noise with every down stroke of the pedals, no
matter what gear I was in.
I guess I should have
turned around and gotten my road bike, but I was looking forward to riding the fattie
today. So I turned up the volume on my headphones and rode on.
After 7 miles I reached
the top of North Table Mountain, but when I checked my Strava app, it had
stopped after only ½ mile! I was pissed! It was as if the 7 miles no longer
counted! And it bothered me that I was pissed over something so stupid as the
Strava record, but I was.
Part of my goal today was
to complete a 100-mile week of riding, and I only needed less than 10 miles to
accomplish this, but now since I lost 7 Strava miles, I had to make that up. This
gives you a little insight into the insanity I suffer.
So I decided to drop back
down to the base of NTM and do a few 1-mile flat loops around the Golden Bike
Park.
As if the constant
grinding of my pedaling and the Strava mishap wasn’t enough, now my front tire
went flat! Luckily I had a canister of compressed air, which filled the fat
tire, but now it was time to head towards home.
I did manage to save the
day by getting 100 official Strava miles for the week, but it still bothers me that minor goals like that become so important.
I love the Strava app, but
for me it’s a double-edged sword. It definitely encourages me to ride more, but
sometimes too much more. I have to watch myself because I have much
more energy than my old body can handle, and it’s very easy for me to over-train.
Later,
Steve
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