I did my first cycling 100km.
I was applauded like I had climbed the Everest by friends and family. Even I felt the same. Thanks F&F . I am indeed very lucky to be surrounded by such encouraging souls
So I have been there and done that , so why did I sign up for another 100
Well honestly, in my heart I felt the first 100 was just a fluke... kind of freak lucky day ..., so was I a one 100 wonder , I wondered
The thing about doing even the greatest thing the second time is that it never gets it’s due
This time it was a no frills 100km with just 5 of us slipping away in the wee hours of the morning. The good husband just slept through my purposeful loud early morning hustle. Not even a cursory All the best.... hmmmmph
I had no clue about the route and felt as unprepared as my son was for the Sanskrit exam . And that is the lowest One can feel. You have to trust me on that one
The venue and the lights and the music and the organisers and the balloons
Like the little elves who work their magic in the dark to leave us smiling in the morning
We started upbeat and I lauded myself for all my good deeds . My previous 100 , my core strength sessions , my full marathon, generally the sun , moon and the stars
Being happy and confident has one big disadvantage. It blurs the weakness till one has wandered off to the loneliness
After the first happy stretch and wearing off of my “confidence endorphins” I was searching for the cycling beacon. Enter a senior cyclist from VCC, who let me draft him through the slopes. Apparently it cuts 30% of the efforts . Encouraged me by just staying by my side. I just took it all in so thankfully . Towards the end I even felt guilty about being the unworthy receiver. Sorry Sir. The young generation sucks but does not forget to be grateful. Thank you Sir
The finish line was just as happy.. Music in the muscles,venue and photos and ice creams.All was so beautiful once again and I am no longer a one 100 wonder.
Cycling pearls in my limited experience
1.There is socialism in the sport
A soft spoken unassuming cyclist from our club turns out to be a very important high ranking official
Apparently he can summon a helicopter and people address him with such respect that one usually reserves for the first citizen of the country
There may have been many more important people there but on that day we were all cyclists- equals in the eyes of wheels and derailleur
2.Endurance sports are meant to be endured
Nobody may applaud you for the same feat done twice over but the pain -physical,mental,cyclological doesnot lessen the second time. It hurts just as much
3. I ride to write.
Me even thinks that I do this better than I ride. Maybe if I keep at it I can someday write well
.
I was applauded like I had climbed the Everest by friends and family. Even I felt the same. Thanks F&F . I am indeed very lucky to be surrounded by such encouraging souls
So I have been there and done that , so why did I sign up for another 100
Well honestly, in my heart I felt the first 100 was just a fluke... kind of freak lucky day ..., so was I a one 100 wonder , I wondered
The thing about doing even the greatest thing the second time is that it never gets it’s due
This time it was a no frills 100km with just 5 of us slipping away in the wee hours of the morning. The good husband just slept through my purposeful loud early morning hustle. Not even a cursory All the best.... hmmmmph
I had no clue about the route and felt as unprepared as my son was for the Sanskrit exam . And that is the lowest One can feel. You have to trust me on that one
The venue and the lights and the music and the organisers and the balloons
Like the little elves who work their magic in the dark to leave us smiling in the morning
We started upbeat and I lauded myself for all my good deeds . My previous 100 , my core strength sessions , my full marathon, generally the sun , moon and the stars
Being happy and confident has one big disadvantage. It blurs the weakness till one has wandered off to the loneliness
After the first happy stretch and wearing off of my “confidence endorphins” I was searching for the cycling beacon. Enter a senior cyclist from VCC, who let me draft him through the slopes. Apparently it cuts 30% of the efforts . Encouraged me by just staying by my side. I just took it all in so thankfully . Towards the end I even felt guilty about being the unworthy receiver. Sorry Sir. The young generation sucks but does not forget to be grateful. Thank you Sir
The finish line was just as happy.. Music in the muscles,venue and photos and ice creams.All was so beautiful once again and I am no longer a one 100 wonder.
Cycling pearls in my limited experience
1.There is socialism in the sport
A soft spoken unassuming cyclist from our club turns out to be a very important high ranking official
Apparently he can summon a helicopter and people address him with such respect that one usually reserves for the first citizen of the country
There may have been many more important people there but on that day we were all cyclists- equals in the eyes of wheels and derailleur
2.Endurance sports are meant to be endured
Nobody may applaud you for the same feat done twice over but the pain -physical,mental,cyclological doesnot lessen the second time. It hurts just as much
3. I ride to write.
Me even thinks that I do this better than I ride. Maybe if I keep at it I can someday write well
.
