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A Journey To Sustaining A Healthier Lifestyle And Laughing All The Way. | |
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| As much as I get pumped-up for the long rides, I have been doing—I just cannot muster up a celebrative “wahoo.” Even at the top of long climb or at the finish of a 6-hour ride—I just don’tt feel the inner passion bubbling over that results in a good old fashion Wahoo.
It is probably a question of nature vs nurture as to what makes someone a Wahoo’er or not. I come from a long line of non-Wahoo’ers, but I am not aware of any genetic decoding that explains the predestination of being a “ Wahoo’er.”
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| WARNING: PICTURE OF ME IN LYCRA
It was a classic NorCal morning with the fog burning off, exposing the amazing seascapes on the western side of Highway 1 in Santa Cruz. I was pumped and ready for what would be the longest and most beautiful training rides I had done.
I made a left around the first “S” turn at about 22 mph and my bike felt like it was going to shake itself to pieces. For the first time in my training—I had to be “SAG’ed” back by a support vehicle. Getting SAGed is a one of the most disgraceful things that can happen to you on the bike. Everyone assumes that the ride beat you that day.
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| The Librarian (the actual person in the room I was describing) reached out to me and let me know she is still turning the pedals and on her way for a second attempt at the century ride around Tahoe. |
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| Nervous and slightly embarrassed about my lack of cycling experience and my general body size—I surveyed the room to see who might be in a similar boat. I noticed a woman in her forties that was more pear-shaped then the average person in the group. She looked more like a librarian (soft shoulders, white fleshy skin, a June Cleaver type) than a person who would endure a century long bike ride. She made me feel at ease just to have her in the room.
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| I was huffin’ and puffin’ all day Saturday—as I rode 70 miles on a ride known/described as the three little pigs. This was the most fun I have had on the bike to date. We had three loops that started and ended in the same spot. The first and last loop were 20 miles and the middle loop was 30 miles. |
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| I live in on the Peninsula and work in Fremont. I have been commuting across the Dumbarton Bridge for over 4 years now. Since I started riding—I have considered trying to make the commute on my bicycle. It is about 50 miles round trip. |
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| Last Sunday, I was riding by myself and was keeping pace about 100 yards behind a few riders, when a guy in a passing truck decided he needed to remind me that I am “big boned.” |
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| 45 Miles with hills-no problem, cold weather-no problem, monster trucks with no bike lane-no problem, wind in the face-problem.
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| Posted by Scott Leatherman at | | | |
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| I was pushing up Sand Hill Road last week and at one point, I was only going 4.4 miles per hour. I think if I went any slower I would either have fallen over or would be in reverse. That said—my downhill speeds are wicked fast. |
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| I learned some new things in the past two weeks: new lingo, new technical riding skills and what my bike looks like upside down and on top of me. |
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