Yesterday I had a very good ride. Thursday afternoon I have an early finish at work so I can take DD to her dancing class and then I have three precious hours to myself to ride my bike. Usually one or more friends join me and we head to a forest with our MTBs and ride until it gets dark. There is nothing so carefree and childish as an afternoon of playing hooky from work on your bike!
Yesterday all my friends were busy for various reasons and I headed out by myself. I decided that it was time for a big climb, so I drove out to South Boundary Road (a forestry fire trail that climbs to Mt Nebo in SE Queensland).
I first rode this climb with friends in July last year, fresh from an ear infection and heaps of antibiotics, and terrified silly about how I'd handle it since I am not noted as a climber. It was horrible! I was off and had to walk three times I think. I got passed at walking pace (while I was walking) by the 70yo father of one of the friends!
Since then I have climbed it several times and have not had to walk since the second time, although I have found it testing every time. Maybe it helps if I explain what it's like. Once we went to the top of Mt Nebo and rode the descent instead. The descent was 996m (about 3300feet?) but the descent also included 696m (about 2300 feet?) of climbing at grades up to 18%, all in 23km (just over 15miles)! So the ascent direction is kind of a tough one for a person who hates climbing.
Yesterday I figured I would do it tough, as I feel a little less fit than I have been and the scales have been a little bit mean lately (they tell me I'm 1kg heavier than I've been for a while).
So I just cruised out at my own pace and ground it out up the hills for as far as I could get in 40minutes. Then I turned around for the ride back. It really is a blast coming back. The downhills are as fun as the uphills are yucky! By the time I got to the last uphill before the final downhill I was still feeling surprisingly good.
This last uphill has beaten me before. I had to walk bits of it the first two times I went there. It is the kind of hill that just goes forever and then disappears around the corner and goes up some more and then around another corner and goes up some more again.
So it is dark by now and I have my lights on and I am just grunting on up this hill and suddenly I have "the revelation" - I suddenly realise that it is NOT HURTING!!!!!! I was just happily toiling away up this monster hill that I have always hated and I was as happy as a clam and in no iminent danger of needing to get off and walk at all! My heart rate was sensible and I was breathing steadily. There was no need to scrape my lungs up off the ground and put them back in my chest or suck in water like a vacuum cleaner!
It might not have been that fast, or that pretty, but that hill does not own me anymore! I whupped its butt!
PS: Nice bonus is that I am obviously fitter than I thought - funny how your perspective changes over time!






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But it was what all the guys were riding in the club I was with and I was young and impressionable and thought I should be able to ride it! So I rode that bike with that bunch of gears for twenty years and hated every hill I clawed my way over! When I bought my new roadie it had a sensible bunch of gears on the back and all of a sudden I could punt over things with ease that had caused me angst in the past. Imagine my delight when I got my MTB and had more gears than I knew what to do with!
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AGHGHG..no grip, slip sliding around & just a pain in the behind..but fun 