Cheering about my riding group.
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Originally Posted by SnappyPix
Shadon,
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From your post, it sounds like you ride with a bunch. Are you sure the bunch is the right pace for you in the first place? There's nothing more demotivating than trying to keep up with a group who are just gonna burn you out. Has your performance plateau-ed, or dropped? How do you feel after your rides - is the pace comfortable or do you feel over-stretched?
I just have to take a chance to RAVE about the group of women that I ride with. We are a training/fundraisng team for ALC of all varying abilities. I'm the least experienced of any of us, yet they have been so very good to me. One woman in particular always sweeps behind me, coaches me, encourages me up the Sausalito hill, etc, etc. The others are there at the top of the hill cheeering me on, and giving me advice about riding down the others side.
They are an amazing group. I'm pushing myself, but always feel good at the end. I think that the craving sleep thing is something else, hormones, I suspect.
Picking up speed down memory lane :-)
I spent years being a solid 12 mph rider on my trusty hybrid. One night on the Tuesday ride a guy asked the leader, "am I fast enough for the Monday ride?" The answer was, not really, but "the only way to get faster is to go out and ride with faster people" (and expect to be dropped, and deal with it until you can keep up). It's how most of the folks in our club get faster.
It tripped my rebellious psyche, though, and I decided to try to prove that I *could* get faster without anybody else. (This also meant I didn't have to publicly find out that I couldn't get much faster... I spent many many years trying to get faster swimming and was always at the back of the pack - perfect form, faster than people who didn't train, but SLOW for a swimmer.)
So I'd go out in the morning to my little loop with a four mile square in the middle. One loop: 9 miles, 2: 13, etc. Goal: average 15 mph. for the whole way around: 16 minutes. INTERVALS - all those swimming years served me well. Cycling is SO MUCH EASIER - I didn't have a computer for those laps :) . I got to know how long each mile took (one had a hill, and of course the wind was a huge factor).
Some mornings I'd just go out and go around, and do something like try to stay over 16mph for X pedal strokes. The best ones were when I'd try for a good four mile time... and then match it the second time around. Third???
The next time I was on that Tuesday ride with that leader, I had to ride my friend's Western Flyer Repro because I'd gotten too strong for it otherwise. Only pretty good riders came (weather was iffy) and the leader says, "It's drop Sue night, is it?" I thought he was teasing, even when he said, "are your tires pumped up?"
Then we approached the overpass that's what we call a hill, and I realized I'd started getting ahead of people. I touched the brakes and with utter, total leader-to-a-novice seriousness he says to me, "Now is *not* the time to use your brakes!" I thought about how many weeks since he'd seen me last and realized this was my MOMENT. I hit the gas and charged up the hill. As we crested the top, he said, "Somebody got fast!"
"How fast were we going? This thing doesn't have a speedometer."
"16-five... at the top of the hill. Now it's 18. How much does that thing weigh???"
We let the rest catch up and cruised to the Rising Grain Elevator and The Mystery (Wo)Mannequin, where he entertained us with stories of his trip west, including a quiz. "And just what temperature do you think the telescopes were?" [silence... he's going to answer himself, he doesn't really expect any of us to spew our geeky knowledge...] "Come on now, what do you think?" [Well, if he's *asking*...] "About two degrees Kelvin?"
[Brief silence] "Four degrees Kelvin."
[other cyclists cheer. "She knows stuff, too!"]
We take off again ... "How fast can we go?" He's calling out the numbers: "15.... 16.... 17... ... 22.... 23mph!" Gosh darn, we gotta let people catch up... Then it's the last little hill on the return trip, and we sprint to the top, and as I come up just behind him, he's holding out his water bottle (that repro doesn't have a place to hang one)... we're almost sharing spit! It's like being kissed!
... a day like that can last a long time!
... it made me realize that if I could make a student feel anything *like* that kind of power and confidence and achievement, *that* would be what kept them plugging away and coming back... but also that I had to take the risks to get the reward, and the confidence not to think it was still, just the "easy" ride and not a "real" achievement to savor. It's real if I say it's real :-0 :cool: