Wherein our cyclist moans and groans about yesterday's ride

[lblanchard]

I have concluded that there is absolutely NO cross-training effect between cycling and walking. How else to explain that after a day or two of walking and a day off my muscles were weak as water?

Well, it was terribly humid and close, which may have had something to do with it, and it was mid-afternoon before I managed to haul my reluctant self out the door.

Despite feeling decidedly unathletic, I did tackle the Mansion Loop, 6 miles and more hills than I usually do, including the Gazebo Hill of Doom (a short sharp shocker), and then did the 9.5 mile drives loop. That plus 4.5 miles to get to and from home and that's a respectable distance, even if it did take me two hours. (See: hills. Also: stop lights. Also a pause under a bridge during a shower.)

I gave away seven members of the Class of 2011 part 1 to a neighbor last night and tossed the rest without feeling terrible guilt.

Today's adventure will be the planting of the Schlumbergera seeds I harvested yesterday. I have bored holes in a salad container and am dampening some seed starting mix.

Although I've played at least a little every day, I've done less callus maintenance than I should be doing and I felt it after playing about ten minutes last night. Back to the woodshed for me!

Comments

[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

in playing the way Dana suggested I have come across several songs that just made me fall in love with them. I'm NEVER going to be the kind of player you are, I'm just kind of strumming along and figuring out chords. I still don't have any finesse, just strumming in rhythm to the song. But once again, I'm beginning to enjoy it. I think I need to move to northern Canada or maybe Siberia, because as I get older I hate heat more and more.

Anyway - you use different muscles for cycling, and in a different way. Walking still remains the best all around exercise, but you would probably have to walk as many miles as you bike to make it the same type of exercise.

[lblanchard.livejournal.com]

I'm not that great shakes as a player, either -- just crazily willing to tackle pieces that are way above my skill level.

I think that walking a mile is the equivalent to biking three or four.

I hurt like hell yesterday. I think I did something evil to my left knee. It's somewhat better today but I don't plan to get back on my bike until tomorrow.

[pondhopper.livejournal.com]

I wish I were in your vicinity to inherit members of the class of 2011.
My one hippeastrum has very shiny and vigorous leaves but no hint of a bloom stalk.
Oh well.

[lblanchard.livejournal.com]

Just think -- if I've divided them up a few weeks ago I could have shipped them to one of your ports of call. Ah, well...missed opportunity and all that.

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

The Gazebo Hill of Doom - what a lovely name!

Our local hills have earned epithets like 'The Wall', 'The Gunpowder', and 'Space-Station-Hill' (I coined that one, and it kind of stuck at the time.') Then there was the Moor Road, the Haylie Brae and the Clune Brae.

I never managed The Wall, The Moor Road or The Haylie Brae before I 'retired' (i.e got too old slow & overweight to try...) And I'd hesitate to take on The Gunpowder again these days...

[lblanchard.livejournal.com]

There's one here called The Wall in our big annual Pro-Am race. Gazebo Hill o' Doom is my own name for a short sharp heartbreaker that I've had to walk a couple of times through failing to gear down quickly enough.