Cross dressing

What a very long picture!

Which came to me via this site, via a former colleague from the amazing womenI once worked with and represents, in ways visually attractive and appealing, the many reasons to encourage an investment in increasing cycling.

At the moment, I feel that I have only just begun to reinvest in my own increase in cycling.

This morning is the first time in about 10 days that I have woken up without a headache from this silly summer cold. I feel so much better now that the space between my eyes and my brain seems not to be filled with mucous and misery. I believe I am back. Sorry for the unannounced hiatus. I was dying there. Seriously.

All of which brings me to my very random ride this lunchtime.

Cyclocross.

I’ve been meaning to get back into this, to do more of it. Aye, do to any of it at all.

And there’s no training program like a training program that actually starts. Like, with a ride. So I popped on my bike and when there was a hilly ramp I went up it, and when there were stairs I went down them and when there was a little set of obstacles, then I rode in between them. All of which transformed the Bicentennial Bikeway from an ordinarily straight and narrow terrain of flat, regulated bikepath, into an adventuresome and somewhat troublesome minefield of hills and dales. Or at least of some wooded forest.

I believe that I should only have to do that about a hundred times more and I could competently get around your average CX course. I do not consider that this is a likely outcome from this current burst of energy, but I don’t question the bike gods smiling on me and increasing motivation some hundredfold. Stranger things have happened.

Anyways, clearly, this bout of guilty riding is 100% motivated by the New Timers asking the hard questions about CX. Which I could hardly answer without having jumped off my bike and kept running before plowing up a set of stairs*, could I?

*Do you have any idea how silly you look doing this? Unbelievable.