When I decided to do a blog specific to the IRONMAN, I decided to tell it all, the good, the bad, the stupid, and the destined to get picked up and endlessly talked about by my ridiculous haters. This probably falls into the last three categories.
Clyde is back from the bike shop. We decided that for my 2 hour bike last week I would put him on the trainer (a thing that allows you to turn your outdoor bike into an indoor bike with variable resistance.)
I was feeling pretty triumphant because I had put the trainer together, then removed Clyde’s back wheel quick release lever and replaced it with the tightening rod from the trainer, and then got Clyde onto the trainer. I had grease on my hands and hadn’t broken anything. Success!
It was also bittersweet. As I mentioned before Clyde is a gift from my friend whose husband had passed away – Clyde was his bike. She is an amazing person and from the times that we met and her stories of him he was an incredibly kind and smart man and was really encouraging to me. It’s an absolute tragedy that he died so young. I hope he is happy that I have Clyde, I think he would be, and I think he’d think that the story I’m about to tell you was funny.
So it was with great confidence and a little sadness that I set out on my inaugural “training ride” with Clyde. The thing is, his handlebars don’t go up very far so I was much more doubled over than I normally would be on the spin bike.
That meant that at the top of each pedal stroke my knee went into my stomach. At first I was just a bit annoying, at around 30 minutes I was definitely noticing it and an hour in it was really starting to hurt. But I wanted to finish out my ride so I sucked it up and finished the two hours. My poor belly is visibly bruised, and my stomach was upset that night and the next day. I told you it was a bad decision! I thought it might be interesting to calculate how many times I had actually managed to knee myself.
I was doing two hours at an average of 85 revolutions per minute (the workout included alternating between 80 and 90). RPMs are calculated based on one foot (so, for example, you count only the times that your right foot goes around, not counting the left) so since both of my knees were ending up in my stomach that meant that I was getting kneed twice for each revolution.
x 2 (for both the right and the left knee)
x 120 (minutes)
The good news is that this is easily remedied by getting some work done on my handlebars. I’ve known from the beginning that I would be riding more upright than the average rider, and if I had any doubt I’ve definitely cleared that right up. In the meantime, I’m back to the spin bike and committed to making better decisions with regards to the way I treat my awesome belly.
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