I have been doing some small runs around the area and this past week I finally put the front wheel on my road bike and took it out. Since I moved to Phoenix 3 weeks ago I’ve been venturing out on a couple of routes running but I’ve kept the road bike inside opting for the stationary bike at the gym. Cycling appears to be very robust here and that has me excited. Everyday I see groups of people riding and even last weekend a road race, so I’m excited to look a little further and see what there is to see ~ but first I must become acclimated to my surroundings.
I didn’t really think it would be that hard. My first few runs were pretty good but last Thursday I wanted to run about 5 and I just couldn’t finish the whole thing running. I ran and walked. Panted and groaned. Either I didn’t have it in me physically or mentally. Maybe it was both but I would run a bit then I had to walk. Either way I finished over my 5 mile goal, but it was still a crappy run. So, I decided to look at my Garmin and compare the elevation in Illinois to Phoenix, AZ. I realized it was more here but it is about a 947 ft elevation difference, plus it’s dry:-). It’s going to take some getting used to.
My first bike ride out, was Sunday. Wiped off the bike and headed out of the drive way. I haven’t had a chance to get on the bike for about 4 weeks. I rolled out of the driveway and immediately I felt a little uncomfortable. I started asking questions in my own mind “is this MY bike?”, “who screwed with the seat?”, “somebody changed the height of the seat!” as I tried to find my bike legs again. Yes it was my bike and no one screwed with the seat ~ I just haven’t been on the darn think in 4 weeks. I don’t have clips yet either. Why ~ because I don’t trust my self to unhook my feet fast enough yet. Case in point as I was trying to put my feet in the stirrups and wondering if someone had screwed with my bike.
It is true what they say ~ once you learn you never forget how to ride a bike. I did a pre-victory lap around the hood and set out on my way. I played it safe because there is a lot of traffic here. It’s a suburb of Phoenix but this must be where racecar drivers go to retire. It reminds me of a cartoon when the light turns green everyone speeds than comes to an abrupt halt at the red light. Interesting for sure and one needs to stay alert. The ride was a success with no passing out and I did have water this go round. I was able to get 30.93 more miles under my belt for the week. That leaves 9,317.59 glorious miles remaining.
What’s the longest it’s taken you to get acclimated in another area?
May all your miles be happy ones ~ Happy Miles to You!