The task spreads out before me like molasses poured onto a tabletop, indulging in its viscous immensity. Its growing breadth makes it a kind of enigma, the sort distinguished by an elusive end and therefor an intangible beginning. It occurs to me, at this moment, that the difference between those who achieve and those who stagnate is not measured by their greatness, but by their courage to begin. There is a boldness in embarking on that to which the end is unknown, to trust in your ability to navigate a path along which the way can be felt more than it can be seen.

In life, our path is fractured by the paths of those in our social and professional proximity. In training, we are simply a product of our discipline and will. In a world full of change and flux, training stands out as a beautifully simple thing. Time in the saddle goes in one end, and progress comes out the other. The magnitude of the change we see as a result is directly proportional to our commitment to a goal; there is nowhere to to seek answers to our failures but inside ourselves.

The most sacred act in Cycling is, for me, the day-long solo training ride, especially in Winter. On these days of 200 or more kilometers, I rise with the sun still lingering behind the Cascades to the East. There is a chill in the air even inside the house as I shake off sleep and prepare for a ride book-ended by the twin fires of sunrise and sunset. I wait patiently for the streets to be lit well enough to allow my safe passage; perhaps I’ll have another espresso while I wait for the sun to laze above the horizon.

Setting out, my heart will be heavy with dread knowing the ribbon of kilometers, hills and climbs that lies ahead. In Winter, the effect is heightened by the gray clouds in the sky and the knowledge that rain and possibly snow will accompany me. Before I even begin, my mind casts ahead to the warm shower and hearty meal which will greet me at the end of this long day. Yet, the only way to arrive is by loading the pedals at the outset and getting to the business of turning them endlessly until I return to the house.

My usual long training route consists of chaining together my daily training loops. While familiarity with the route serves to comfort me, the conclusion of each loop carries me by my home – each time I find myself tempted to escape into the warm confines where my family, a shower, and a meal awaits. Yet, with each passing of the house, my resolve is energized, I continue. I continue with only the thoughts in my head, my discipline, and the cold and wet to keep me company. When I finally return home, my spirits fill with a sense of accomplishment.

These rides help me find form, certainly, but they serve a more fundamental purpose that echoes in my personal and professional life. They serve to remind that a large task is an aggregate of smaller, more simple tasks and that we need only the courage to begin. Just as a long ride is accomplished by the simple act of turning the pedals, we achieve our goals in life by starting today to incrementally move towards them.

I am reminded through the solitude of the ride that simply beginning is the most critical element to finishing; fail to do that, and you will never have the opportunity to finish. Vive la Vie Velominatus.

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • Frank, you have, as usual given the master class in distilling your subject. Good work!

    @mcsqueak @Buck Rogers, no gloves are great til you go down, the only reason I wear gloves is so I can work on Monday if the worst happened.

    My all time favorite summer gloves were paper thin Italian leather. Now in the interest of budgetatus minimus I cruise the weight/workout section of the big sport store and have found some great thin cycling like fingerless gloves that are perfect and cheap - why pay for padding when you donts wants padding?

  • For pure aesthetics nothing beats the look of the power rider on a steel frame laying down the V.

  • @Buck Rogers

    @Chris He is also riding sans gloves there. What a great pic. LOVE these Hardmen photos!

    On a mostly unrelated note, I rode yesterday for the first time ever in my life without gloves. It was getting near sunset and I was all set to go when I realized that I had left my gloves in the basement. I did not want to waste the time running back to the basement so I said screw it and rode. It was actually really great. Felt super. Might be riding without gloves again soon.

    In your line of work, think about whether you (or your patients) want (you) to have roadrash on your hands before you make a habit of this.

  • @mcsqueak

    @Buck Rogers

    I've forgotten my gloves occasionally, and it does feel quite nice to ride without them (until your hands get sweaty, or it's raining and your bars get slick).

    I find that the padding in gloves is what bothers me about them - my hands usually have problems going numb because of the padding, and on long rides I wind up having to switch up my hand positions constantly. I notice this isn't as much of an issue in the fall/winter/spring when I wear long-fingered wool gloves that don't have any padding. I need to try harder to locate some good mitts for next summer without padding.

    Yeah, I was/am having issues with ulnar nerve numbness on long rides with my pinky fingers going numb.  I did not notice it at all yesterday on after after the ride.  I am thinking that I need some new, less padded gloves for riding or no gloves at all. 

  • @Rob

    Frank, you have, as usual given the master class in distilling your subject. Good work!

    @mcsqueak @Buck Rogers, no gloves are great til you go down, the only reason I wear gloves is so I can work on Monday if the worst happened.

    Yeah that's why I continue to wear them, road-rash insurance basically. I actually don't mind wearing them in general, as it's part of the 'kit'. I've had good luck with Giro gloves in the past, but when I tried some castelli gloves the summer the padding just annoyed me a great deal. I've had some ulnar nerve numbness which @Buck Rogers mentioned as well.

  • @Buck Rogers, @mcsqueak I don't know what sortof bars you are running but the numbness that I used to suffer from decreased markedly when I switched to A carbon bar and stem combo. Seems to dampen out a little more of the vibration. I also find that when I've been riding a lot and my back gets supple, riding in the drops is the position that suffers least from numbness.

    Still looking for a decent pair of gloves though.

    Fucking iPads, how do people put up with them?

  • @frank

    ...each loop carries me by my home - each time I find myself tempted to escape..

    Great piece. There is something deeply satisfying about cycling on as pass close to home or reach one of those point beyond which there is no easy ride home, where to turn round is no easier than to continue.

  • @Nate Yeah, that's a good point.  Guess I need to find some basic leather, non-padded gloves.   My current Giro gel gloves have a huge pad on the palmar surface right near the ulnar bone/pisiform.  But, it did feel so great ridiing without gloves.  A new experience for me!

  • @Deakus

    @Buck Rogers

    @Chris He is also riding sans gloves there. What a great pic. LOVE these Hardmen photos!

    On a mostly unrelated note, I rode yesterday for the first time ever in my life without gloves. It was getting near sunset and I was all set to go when I realized that I had left my gloves in the basement. I did not want to waste the time running back to the basement so I said screw it and rode. It was actually really great. Felt super. Might be riding without gloves again soon.

    If you want to ride sans gloves more often, this stuff is great, it is light enough and has a really luxurious feel, also very grippy in the wet. I think fi'zi:k microtex in white will probably clean up better but this stuff is great if you want bomber hand grip and great vibro dampening...some pro teams are using it now. http://www.wiggle.co.uk/lizard-skins-dsp-bar-tape/

    Yeah, feels great but unfortunately I can't recommend it. I put the lairy pink on my CX bike and found that in the span of one (admittedly very muddy 68km gravel race) the top surface of the tape had worn through on the drops from the combination of vibration and grit.

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