Kano
07-22-2006, 10:27 AM
Nasty start to our ride this morning -- I don't understand how the second half can be so much more fun! We thought we'd go out and practice climbing hills for a while. There's a ride next weekend that's supposed to be hilly. First few miles were very little hills, like giant bumps, you know? LONG bumps. You'd think, when you're fresh, this would be easy, yes?
Sidebar!
NO FAIR! Nadine next door just came home from a bike ride: new rack and road bike on the back of her car! She's been riding a loaner hybrid much like mine this season, and we've both been talking about the NEED for one of those things!
What a lucky lady!!!
Back to the ride...
Okay, so I'm chugging up those rotten bumps, in freakin' granny gear, at 4.5mph. This is bad even for me on the wee hills these days, and DH says, as we get to a tight spot, where some moron has parked his motorhome out in the middle of the road (pulled out of his driveway to do it) he has the NERVE to say to me (had a car behind us) "you don't have to slow down!" Which, you can imagine, had me wishing I knew how to make gravel spit up from between my tires and the road right into his face....
So, we keep plugging away, and I'm trying to figure out WHY I'm struggling, when just two days ago, I felt like I was flying up the hills (hmmm, only 75 degrees out, was over a hundred the other day) and I decide I'm just NOT a morning person, but I'd hang in there a while longer. We cruised past some guy's driveway, and I said to Earl, see that guy's driveway? I don't think I need any of THOSE kind of hills today! Kept on going, and eventually got to where we'd planned to start our "hill exercises" -- MUCH more traffic than anticipated for that early on a Saturday morning, and besides car traffic, the gravel mines are operating and trucks are barrelling around with their loads of gravel. Made it REALLY easy to change my mind about that hill, and made it easier for DH to accept that it was not a real good idea.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the whatever that was slowing me down was starting to work out of my body, and I was starting to feel much better riding. Still not moving quite "normally" but getting better... So, he says, what say we go on that road where I taught Orianne how to drive? (like I know what he's talking about?????) and led me in that direction. We stop at the top of a fabulous downhill, and he says, want to try that one? The down's immediately followed by an up. Gives me this lecture about use the granny gear, just do what you can, and don't you dare give me crap all week about how you hurt cuz you were too stubborn to quit when you should have and it's all his fault....
What FUN!!!! We sailed down the first hill, and I think I was almost half way up the new one before I noticed a need to downshift -- and shifted bunches after that.
Got to the top, though, and noticed I was breathing hard suddenly. Said to DH, I'm not sure, I think I forgot to breathe!
HOWEVER, "real" hills seem to be easier for me than the invisible hills and little bump hills.
Had one more "big" hill -- going back the way we came, had to do the pair in reverse, of course -- and I'm SURE I forgot to breathe on the way up the second one! (might have to get myself a note on my handlebar bag!)
Some GREAT speed coming back toward home, though -- heels down, knees in, breathe, and FLY! back toward town!
Any more hints besides remember to breathe that will help me to learn to ride up hills?
Maybe someday, I'll say I like hills, but for now, I promise not to hate them!
Now, got a question to put in another post...
Karen in Boise
Sidebar!
NO FAIR! Nadine next door just came home from a bike ride: new rack and road bike on the back of her car! She's been riding a loaner hybrid much like mine this season, and we've both been talking about the NEED for one of those things!
What a lucky lady!!!
Back to the ride...
Okay, so I'm chugging up those rotten bumps, in freakin' granny gear, at 4.5mph. This is bad even for me on the wee hills these days, and DH says, as we get to a tight spot, where some moron has parked his motorhome out in the middle of the road (pulled out of his driveway to do it) he has the NERVE to say to me (had a car behind us) "you don't have to slow down!" Which, you can imagine, had me wishing I knew how to make gravel spit up from between my tires and the road right into his face....
So, we keep plugging away, and I'm trying to figure out WHY I'm struggling, when just two days ago, I felt like I was flying up the hills (hmmm, only 75 degrees out, was over a hundred the other day) and I decide I'm just NOT a morning person, but I'd hang in there a while longer. We cruised past some guy's driveway, and I said to Earl, see that guy's driveway? I don't think I need any of THOSE kind of hills today! Kept on going, and eventually got to where we'd planned to start our "hill exercises" -- MUCH more traffic than anticipated for that early on a Saturday morning, and besides car traffic, the gravel mines are operating and trucks are barrelling around with their loads of gravel. Made it REALLY easy to change my mind about that hill, and made it easier for DH to accept that it was not a real good idea.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the whatever that was slowing me down was starting to work out of my body, and I was starting to feel much better riding. Still not moving quite "normally" but getting better... So, he says, what say we go on that road where I taught Orianne how to drive? (like I know what he's talking about?????) and led me in that direction. We stop at the top of a fabulous downhill, and he says, want to try that one? The down's immediately followed by an up. Gives me this lecture about use the granny gear, just do what you can, and don't you dare give me crap all week about how you hurt cuz you were too stubborn to quit when you should have and it's all his fault....
What FUN!!!! We sailed down the first hill, and I think I was almost half way up the new one before I noticed a need to downshift -- and shifted bunches after that.
Got to the top, though, and noticed I was breathing hard suddenly. Said to DH, I'm not sure, I think I forgot to breathe!
HOWEVER, "real" hills seem to be easier for me than the invisible hills and little bump hills.
Had one more "big" hill -- going back the way we came, had to do the pair in reverse, of course -- and I'm SURE I forgot to breathe on the way up the second one! (might have to get myself a note on my handlebar bag!)
Some GREAT speed coming back toward home, though -- heels down, knees in, breathe, and FLY! back toward town!
Any more hints besides remember to breathe that will help me to learn to ride up hills?
Maybe someday, I'll say I like hills, but for now, I promise not to hate them!
Now, got a question to put in another post...
Karen in Boise