Completely unexpected WTF Wednesday

Short post today. My bike commute, during a sudden and vicious thunderstorm, was interrupted by the sudden need to go ass over teakettle slightly after meeting a car. The driver of the car was one of those sharp fellows who think that stop signs are only meant for occasional use. He was also of the opinion that stopping to check on a downed cyclist was an action requiring a courage to be found only in the rarest of men. So instead of being in a thoughtful and writerly mood, I’m damp, sore, grumpy and nursing a headache. And trying not to wonder if my damaged bike will indeed make the 15km trip back home. It’s a hell of a long walk otherwise. I’m taking it as a sign that I need to give up this foolishness of a holding a graveyard day job. Hell, I should probably finally give up…

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Adding things up

Had a great bike ride on the weekend. Headed out past the airport. Stopped at the last bit of land before the Pacific, and enjoyed the cool ocean breeze. Snapped a few pictures with my phone. Courtney took a few pictures of me. We went home. I looked through the pictures yesterday, and they were all terrible cel phone pics. Nothing worth while. But I looked back at one picture of me, and I realized something. I can no longer legitimately call myself “fat.” What a weird feeling. Overweight, yeah, but not fat. The scale tells me nothing has changed. Almost nothing. Three pounds in six weeks, but that can probably be added back on with one salty meal. But something has changed. I feel different. Ditching the idea of weight loss, ditching the entire concept of diet, has been great.  As I wrote before, I can enjoy a cupcake guilt…

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Listening for performance

I made the big switch yesterday. I moved from regular pedals to clip-in pedals with proper cycling shoes. The transition was unpleasant. I’ve only been using the bike on the 12km commute to work for about three weeks, but apparently that was just long enough to build up some body habits. I’d already noticed that I was starting to monkey-clutch the pedals with my toes in order to secure my grip. Switching to the new pedals showed me I was doing a few other things. The first thing that threw me off was a maddening desire to turn my toes out. I felt like they were being squeezed in, and there was a very uncomfortable pressure on my knees. I looked down at my feet while pedalling to check my position, and everything looked fine. My feet were parallel, my knees tracked correctly in line with my toes, everything was…

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