It had to happen eventually… I got back on the bike today. It was only a 12 mile shot out through Oceano up to the Pismo Pier and home, but that’s the most cycling I’ve done in over a year. I used to ride a lot, but as I got deeper into swimming I always had a swim meet coming or something that I didn’t want to hurt myself in advance of and eventually I just fell out of the habit. I’ll never be a stud competitive cyclist, but I do like to have that in my exercise repertoire. Being outside with the wind in my beard is never a bad thing :)
After lunch I geared up with some non bike short looking bike shorts and my favorite Fat Cyclist jersey (Fatty is my favorite bike blogger). I’m also a nerd and have one of those rear view mirror thingies you can hang off your glasses. My bike (a Specialized TriCross, I’m not cool enough for a real road bike) was all nice and ready to go since I had it tuned up a week or two ago in anticipation of this actually happening.
I had a loose idea of where I wanted to go. I figured I’d cruise out through the farm fields a bit and then aim for the beach via Highway 1. I felt pretty ok on my way out to the farm-ier portions of Oceano. Pedaling was easy, it’s always my elbows and um… seat region that end up hurting when I ride. I spent those first few miles dodging mud clumps and other agricultural excitement. The air was pretty thick with the smell of broccoli or something like that, but the sun was shining and the traffic was light so I can’t complain too much.
Things get a little hilly after you cruise through the flat farmland of O-town. Nothing too bad, but for my out of bike shape self it was harder than it really should have been. Once I got all the way up to Grand Avenue, which is where you can drive up onto the beach and my preplanned possible bailout point, I decided to keep going until I was actually in Pismo. I had some bonus miles in me.
Since it’s Monarch season in Pismo I made a stop at the grove where they congregate in big numbers. All kinds of other people were out there checking them out today too. This is one of those things that happens here every year that you kind of forget about when you’re just driving by. That’s another reason I like riding my bike, I can slow down and stop and check it out real quick!
From here I rode the rest of the way into town and down to the pier. The water was a little choppy and there weren’t too many surfers out. There were plenty of tourists and Christmas decorations out today though!
From here I cruised on home. My little cyclo-puter tells me it was around 12 miles which is a good enough start. Even when I was riding a lot the most my body would tolerate was 35-40 miles. Beyond that my back, butt, and various other body parts start to protest loudly even though my legs would keep going if I let them.
Now I’m off to eat large amounts of mashed potatoes and anything else that I can get my hands on over at my mom’s house :) I hope all of you have a good Thanksgiving!