First Trainer Ride
This morning was Gretchen's first trainer ride.
It's true. I haven't ridden the trainer at all in the two years since we've had Gretchen. For most cyclists that would be a great accomplishment. Or, as in my case, a great tragedy.
Anyway.
Alarm went off at 5:10am.
I got up, went to the bathroom then headed downstairs. For Gretchen this routine signifies a morning ride at Marsh Creek, so she got up too and followed me downstairs.
Down to my gear room where I opened my cycling clothes drawers and pulled on a pair of cycling shorts and cycling socks.
So far so good for Gretchen. She started her stretches and yawning in anticipation of an early morning jaunt.
But instead of heading out the door to the garage, I went back to the family room.
Gretchen followed anyway. I am her master and I was wearing those funny/tight shorts.
I sat down at the couch to put my shoes on then climbed aboard the bike. Confused as to why we'd ride in the house Gretchen was still ready to go. She crouched ready to chase.
The pedals started turning, the wheel made sound and I was moving, but I wasn't going anywhere.
Startled Gretchen moved away a little, but kept her eye on me and the bike waiting for the movement she's so well trained to follow.
It never happened. The bike didn't go anywhere. I was pedaling and pedaling, but going no where.
Gretchen moved away and toward the stairs. She sat for a little while watching with some curiosity, but mostly disappointment. After a few minutes she headed back upstairs and went back to sleep.
I kept riding. I got 45 minutes done on the trainer. It's not much, but it's a start.
Gretchen will get her ride tomorrow night.
- b
It's true. I haven't ridden the trainer at all in the two years since we've had Gretchen. For most cyclists that would be a great accomplishment. Or, as in my case, a great tragedy.
Anyway.
Alarm went off at 5:10am.
I got up, went to the bathroom then headed downstairs. For Gretchen this routine signifies a morning ride at Marsh Creek, so she got up too and followed me downstairs.
Down to my gear room where I opened my cycling clothes drawers and pulled on a pair of cycling shorts and cycling socks.
So far so good for Gretchen. She started her stretches and yawning in anticipation of an early morning jaunt.
But instead of heading out the door to the garage, I went back to the family room.
Gretchen followed anyway. I am her master and I was wearing those funny/tight shorts.
I sat down at the couch to put my shoes on then climbed aboard the bike. Confused as to why we'd ride in the house Gretchen was still ready to go. She crouched ready to chase.
The pedals started turning, the wheel made sound and I was moving, but I wasn't going anywhere.
Startled Gretchen moved away a little, but kept her eye on me and the bike waiting for the movement she's so well trained to follow.
It never happened. The bike didn't go anywhere. I was pedaling and pedaling, but going no where.
Gretchen moved away and toward the stairs. She sat for a little while watching with some curiosity, but mostly disappointment. After a few minutes she headed back upstairs and went back to sleep.
I kept riding. I got 45 minutes done on the trainer. It's not much, but it's a start.
Gretchen will get her ride tomorrow night.
- b
posted by JenBob at
9:01 PM
1 Comments:
I don't think I ridden one in about as long(Jake Burns). I do have rollers, but still it is very hard to convince myself there is any point. I love driving past Planet Fitness and seeeing the hundreds of people working hard to go no where. It seems more like torture than fun. Exercise should be fun. I guess you do sweat and get the heart rate going, but sex does the same thing and it is much more fun. My thought is, and I would ride a stationary more if it was, why don't they invent some way to capture all the generated or wasted power. Think about all the potential energy planet fitness could store. It is really a quite simple premise and could really save energy. I would then find a reason to ride one of those wasted energy things and in turn be a super cyclists.
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