Cycling indoors is seriously boring, but it has its perks. Like watching an episode of Glee or a movie you’ve never seen before… or both if the ride is really long. For short rides, Justin Bieber, ‘N Sync, and Hanson blaring from speakers make a 50 minute ride seem like 5.
Outside, my brain plays one of two songs while I am cycling. Two. And given that I live in Illinois, I usually get to hear just one of them.
When the course is flat, I hear: Bicycle! Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my… bicycle! Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicycle; I want to ride my bike. I want to ride my bicycle; I want to ride it where I like…
Hills? Then I get this little ditty: What goes up must come down. Spinning wheel… got to go roun’. Talkin’ ’bout your troubles, it’s a cryin’ sin. Ride a painted pony let the spinning wheel spin…
Thank you, Queen and Blood, Sweat, & Tears.
This weekend was my first outdoor ride of the season and my first outdoor ride on Buttercup! (You can tell what a hardcore triathlete I am, naming my bike “Buttercup” and all.)
Dad and I hit the trails and all was well. You know, except for that nasty headwind (20-30mph) that Dad decided I should ride into because “it’s good for your training,” and the fact that Queen was singing in my ear for 2.5 hours straight.
But the best part? I rode 2.5 hours, outside, non-stop. Which is good. Because 56 miles is going to take a darn long time.