This evening I showed up for the 6 p.m. group ride with the local bicycle
club I just joined. It's my first time so I show up early at 5:30 p.m. I
see a team of riders decked out in professional looking uniforms. They're
getting ready to take off. My Trek 7200 comfort bike looked out of place
among their sleek racing bikes. "Thank God this isn't the group I'm riding
with!" I think to myself. I was waiting to ride with the recreational
group. The nice woman who works in the bike shop then answered the phone
and handed it to me. It's the recreational group leader. He tells me the
recreational group no longer meets Wednesday nights because it's late in the
year and it gets dark too soon. Bummer.
The three guys from the bike team I was talking to then invite me to ride
with them. Did I mention they were a friendly lot? I asked them what their
average speed is. "Oh, 18 to 22 miles per hour," one answered. I'm then
asked what my average speed is. "Oh, 12 to 14 miles per hour." I knew I
couldn't keep up with them. But one of the guys was 55 years old and a bit
overweight. "I'm ten years younger..." methinks to myself. Hmmmm.
I decide to ride with them and hang on for as long as I can. The first mile
wasn't too bad. They were just easing into the ride. Then they picked up
speed and I watched them disappear from my view. I didn't quit. My legs
were pumping hard and my thighs were screaming from the 26 mile ride I did
last night. I felt every one of my 45 years and every one of my 245 lbs!
Damn, it sucks to be out of shape.
Long story short: I couldn't hang with the big dogs. I felt like a toddler
on a tricycle. I continued riding by myself and then headed back to the
car. I've got a lot of work to do.