|Fast guy. Not a donkey.|
But I am not concerned with the general population. I am, of course, comparing myself to my peers. I do not expect to hang with the younger gazelles that won the race, but I was watching a guy at least my age just walk away (well, pedal away) from me like I was tied to the hitchin' post (donkey reference...again). Now he is a racer-type and I am not really, but #@**&% and @*^##!! that is frustrating.
So last night the wind was howling like it often does here in the Fall and it was cold-ish too. I am fighting a bit of an ear infection of some sort so I am off a bit there and the couch sure seemed cozy and inviting. In answer to that, I dressed for a ride and went out.
I dressed fast. No, not in a hurry, but I wore less layers. Just a very well worn pair of knickers from Boure' (are they still around?), wool Swiftwick socks, a Speshy base layer and jersey, and light gloves with a Buff headband in the helmet. No jacket, no winter gloves, no baggies.
I grabbed the hardtail; the Giant XTC-1 29er from last year's test. Hardtails have a way of making you feel like you are faster, even if you are not....zippy kinda'.
I pedaled fast and hard.
I felt faster. And, in some ways, I was faster. They say that 'attitude precedes the action'. My attitude was to go out and move quickly up and down the trail, not just to go for a ride. It made a difference. I know that some riders always ride this way...if they are not riding hard and with purpose, they are not riding. I do not relate, and frankly, I never will be that way. Too type 'A' for me and life is too short to not ride for fun and relax sometimes.
But, I do hope that I can sharpen my focus a bit and change my expectations of myself. I can do better, given the blessings of time and health to do so, and I sure would like to not be last into the finishing line the next time I set out on some race event.