Well, I took Leonardo out on the first Vélo-Québec bike challenge of the year. It was also first time I have ridden Leonardo since London. Also, I am very much over my desired weight. I eat and drink too much and don't get enough exercise. That makes me an all too-typical middle-aged North American.
Consequently, I opted for the modest standard version of the Metropolitan Challenge, a mere 101 advertised kms. This was partly as the route was go East with the wind and come back West against it. The day started out with the threat of rain. (In fact it rained on the way out of Montreal to Ste-Anne-des-Plaines but it had stopped before we started.) The Sun eventually came out in force, and I now have my first sunburn of the year.
Anyway, long story short, my stats are: a biking time of 4.58.16, a distance of 104.55, an average of 21.0 km/h and a max of 54.1 km/h. Not my best performance. As I was nearing the end coming down a hill in Ste-Anne-des-Plaines, a radar speed sign chastised me for doing 31 km/h in a 30 zone.
The Maternal Unit did the same distance as me but took a bit longer. The Paternal Unit only did 82 kms. Please note that the italics on "only" are to indicate a slight sarcasm intended to indicate that he didn't feel up to 101 kms (plus or minus) on account of his relative infirmity owing to accident and age. In other words, I think he and my Mother are doing bloody well especially when all things are considered.
This leads into the next part as afterwards both my Mother and my Father "moasted" (a portmanteau of "moaned" and "boasted") about various people in the Challenge (including at least one encadreur) being concerned as to their well being. And not entirely without reason, as both were somewhat pooped by the end of the day. (Hell, I was very glad to arrive at the end.) Combine that with the fact that they are easily in the 100th age percentile of participants of the Challenge, I don't see why a bit of concern wasn't justified. I know at work, more than once I have had to deal with very minor medical issues involving older patrons. One at least occasion, the patron commented that we (the staff) were overreacting. I remember saying or thinking something like: "We'd rather be guilty of caring too much than too little."
There is nothing wrong with getting old.
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What annoys me is all the comments, 'You are in such good shape,' sous entendu or aloud 'for you age.' I don't like to think that I look 99. I'm thinking that maybe the fact that I prefer merino to spandex contributes to looking like a fogey.
Only the encadreur offered help, in the form of the abandon-truck. And he quickly understood that I was not a candidate.
We were hoping to meet my friend Annie. We joke that we always meet in the toilets, but this time it was just outside them. Later, as I was braking down a hill, I thought, ‘Annie would not brake; she’d sail past.’ Just then she did!!
My stats : 103.4 km, avg 18.8, but it was 20.9 at lunch. I got a green thumb’s up from the sign in Ste Anne des Plaines for 28 km/hr.
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