Archive for May, 2011


You know, I really was planning on doing my race report from the Falls Duathlon right away.  But life got in the way and now I’m waiting for my mom to send me the pictures from race day.  In the mean time, however, I’m too excited to wait to write about my most recent experience.

As I explained a while back, I got a new road bike in the fall.  This was the first time I’ve ever had a road bike.  I then went ahead and bought SPD pedals and bike shoes.  I bought the bike too late to ride it last year, so early this spring I started thinking about getting outside and training on the new bike.

I was more than a little anxious, bordering on scared, to get on the new bike.  Everything was different: the gear shifting mechanism, the brakes, the seat, the tires, and especially the pedals.  That, combined with uncooperative weather, meant that I didn’t get on my bike for the first time until Monday.

Monday morning I went out my front door and clipped my left foot cautiously into the pedal.  I’d been warned by pretty much every I know who owns “clip-in” pedals, that I would fall at least a couple of times when I was just getting started.  A little voice in my head told me to just get on with it, and so I took off.  Miraculously, my right foot clipped in immediately.  I went down the street a bit, slowed, took my right foot out of the pedal, and came to a stop.  No falling.  I kept going like that until I discovered that the SPD pedals weren’t that big of a deal after all.  I was enjoying flying down the street, my feet and legs feeling strong in the pedals.

This evening, I took the bike out for my very first “official” ride of the season (better late than never).  I went out with my mom on the Douglas Trail near Rochester.  We ended up riding 16 miles on the trail, probably the farthest I’ve ridden in the last year, and discovered as we finished the ride that I was still feeling strong.

As I went down the trail, clicking the gears into place, I felt like I had strapped a rocket to my back.  Lacking a computer, I have no idea how fast I was going, but my mom’s computer topped off at 22mph as she tried to catch up to me.

I felt like Lance Armstrong.  And though I’m pretty sure I didn’t look like this:

I’ll settle for this:

Hey look! Those are my bike shoes!

When I got home, I couldn’t get Elton John’s “Rocketman” out of my head.

What song is the background for your workouts?


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