So I have been blogging less, because I have been doing fewer training rides. Last night I went on a really cool ride. It snowed here in D.C. yesterday so I took full advantage of it and I went down to the C&O canal for my first snow ride on the cross bike.
It was really fun. I did about nine miles on the trail, which I think is pretty good given how much friction there is riding through snow. When the terrain is snow on dirt, its pretty manageable. I was working hard to cut through it, but it felt secure riding through it. As long as I did not take any sharp turns. Snow riding isn't as hard as I thought it would be. I love my cross bike!
I fell once on a bridge, because the wet/icy wood underneath the snow is a death trap.
So going out - I made my way down to the canal. That happens to be a decent warm up - I cut across some snow covered parks just to get an idea about how the bike would handle. Cutting through snow requires a higher cadence, but it is not as hard to drive through as sand. The tires don't sink into the snow - they cut through it. In sand the wheel sinks into the sand pit - which makes it very unstable. Riding through snow is not that unstable.
When I got down to the canal it was clear that a lot of people had been down there earlier. I made it out to fletcher's boat house and there was only one other tire track left - and of course the return track. The rider was no longer out there, but how far did he go I wondered. Had I more lights, batteries and time, I would have followed it all the way just to see how far he made it. My goal was to do five miles out, and five miles back - which is what I ended up doing. However I know there is another rider out there - and I'll never know how far he or she got.
I saw a jogger too, he seemed pretty happy. I really like winter riding, there is something pure about it. Its cold, wet, snowy, rainy, or whatever but you don't care. I go out to burn calories because I love to ride.
When I am out on a long ride like that, sometimes its lonely. Other times I find myself thinking about my life and where I am going. I am at a point in my life where I am trying to find a new job, and going out on these rides helps to congeal all the things rolling around in my head. Sometimes I think about who I am, and what kind of man I am. I know who I am, but no one has ever substantially challenged that and I have never been forced to make a stand about it. I know that one day it will come and I maintain quiet resolve that I will be ready for it - scary as it seems.
It is strange to be out in the woods alone with your thoughts sometimes. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
So on the way back I bumped into my friend Rene. We rode home most of the way together, and just as I was going to veer off towards my house, I slipped on my bike for the second time. This time only my left foot came unclipped as I fell. My handlebar just barely caught Rene's spoke and he went down too. It was pretty funny - people around us were asking "are you okay?" Rene had a good sense of humor about it, and then we parted ways.
I went home and took some pics of the bike (pics to follow) and put it in the tub so all the nastiness could drain off of it. I need to change the brake pads before the races on Sunday. The last races of the season are coming up -
Rockburn and
Bilenky Urban Cross. Doing 2 races on Sunday is going to be an awesome way to end the regular season.