Food (1881 calories):
-Breakfast: cappuccino, 2 fried eggs, slice of pineapple
-Lunch: gazpacho, green salad with parmesan cheese
-Dinner: cooked salmon, rice, peas, slice of pineapple, cheese tortellinis w/sea good and rosé sauce
-Drinks: 3 vodka sodas
Went to the yacht club for a skippers’ meeting and it was pasta night. Who the hell can resist pasta night?! On the positive side I resisted some seriously delicious looking food at a new joint after The Lumineers concert. Epic concert, btw.
-Morning: 16.1km ride. Solid 4 track laps.
-Breakfast: cappuccino, blueberry muffin
-Lunch: half rotisserie chicken, turkey sandwich, cappuccino
-Dinner: hummus, pita bread, salad, grilled chicken, brown rice, diet coke
I was very hungry today and definitely over ate like crazy. I also went over board on the carbs and the double lunch was stupid. No point working out so hard if I will be silly with the eating. Remember: bodies are made in the kitchen.
-12.8km ride in the morning
-Gym (60 mins circuit) in the evening
-Lunch: shrimp roll, general tao chicken, veggies
-Dinner: fava beans
-Snacks: cappuccino, small chocolate bar
So my beginners’ luck didn’t last very long. I did fall on my face but did not die. Yet.
After 3 track laps, we decided we would go up a small hill to see the Tour de Lévis from up close and personal. The beautiful monument sits atop a small hill and it was my first real uphill experience.
After we started our ascent, I ran out of torque at the gear I was on and proceeded to downshift quickly. Of course nobody told me that you need to do this gradually, the chain fell off the gear plates and I was suddenly stalled. With no forward momentum, I was unable to unclip my shoes and I took a strong fall.
The moment I was dreading had finally arrived but I was suprised that I didn’t mind the fall at all. Falling was actually fun and it did 2 things for me:
1) By experiencing my fear, I got rid of it. Because I now know that falling off my bike is not the worst thing in the world, I am no longer terrified by the thought. I sincerely thought that falling from that height at my advanced age would mean serious injury but it is quite comforting to know that it does not. Apparently I am still nimble as a gazelle. Ok, I just jinxed myself in a pretty big way.
2) My bleeding elbow and knee scrapes give me a nice feeling of accomplishment. Every time the fabric of my clothes rub a wound or every time I experience a slight pain, I remember the exhilarating day we had on Sunday. I also remember when my cousins and I used to attempt skateboard stunts on my grandmother’s marble stairs and get all bruised up from the falls. Now that was some seriously crazy fun.
“I am not going to unclip my shoes, fall on my face and die”. That’s all I kept thinking in the days leading to my road cycling initiation.
After work on Friday I met up with a few friends on the Gilles Villeneuve F1 track and they showed me how to ride properly. I was absolutely amazed at how smoothly you ride on a well-tuned road bike vs the clunkers I’ve always had before.
My wheels are not as sexy as my friends’ Cannondales and Argons but I think it’s a good way to start. The bike is relatively light, stiff and just feels great.
After a couple of hours on the track, I can say that I am absolutely hooked. This was a blast!
Oh, and as you can probably guess, I did not fall on my face and die. Well not yet anyway. Beginners’ luck.