My office is organizing a holiday 12K run, an invitation to which I replied that one is only to engage in running when one is being chased, and even then only fast enough to avoid capture. I am a Cyclist, not a savage fleeing a beast in the jungle. I walk as little as possible because I hate walking, I carry as light a load as I possibly can to improve my climbing, and I only engage in core-building exercises because I am given to understand it will make me a stronger rider. We are, of course, occasionally required to participate in non-Cycling activities like “working”, but if you’re anything like me then you just use that time as an opportunity to get more psyched for the next ride.
Most of the time, I have spent the day (or evening before) thinking about what kit I’ll be riding in, and which bike I’ll take out that day. I’ll have made up my mind long before I descend the stairs to the basement where my bikes patiently hang in wait. Still I inspect them all as if the choice were not already made; I’ll pinch their tires, perhaps flick a pedal on its spindle or take one down from its hook to test the tightness of a headset. I’ll feel a tinge of guilt at passing over the others, but that guilt is offset by the excitement of taking the chosen steed down, pumping its tires up, and shifting through the gears in confirmation of the perfectly tuned drivetrain. I will be unable to resist the temptation to turn the barrel adjuster in the desire make the shifting even more perfecter.
Then, normally, it’s straight into my kit, out the door, and onto the bike I hop in Casually Deliberate Cyclocross style.
It is a rare occasion that I am afforded the luxury of being kitted up for the ride prior to departure; these rare occurrences are usually on Race Day or before a group ride when pre-ride espresso is sipped while we universally engage in shit-talking intended to intimidate or dupe our fellow riders. These are cherished times where one is allowed the opportunity to wear Cycling caps, pre-ride sandals or sneakers, long sleeve jerseys and full leggings (irrespective of the time of year) and practice being Casually Deliberate. But take note: the utmost care must be taken to every detail of our appearance:
Merckxspeed, my fellow Velominati.
*Wearing of the casquette, sunglasses, and in particular the winter Cycling Cap should be practiced at length in front of the mirror until wearing them perfectly becomes muscle memory. Recall that in order to be Casually Deliberate, one is to give the impression that all this awesome just happened by accident.
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@davidlhill
I've been thinking along similar lines, it's easy to get to from my office but a bugger to get home from afterwards (back into London and then 40 minutes north on the train). I need to research this more (pick your brains at the Lowlander in January).
Goddamn, that is a nice sweater Laurent has on.
I only run when there is a ball involved. Otherwise, I get bored after mere minutes. Walking. I prefer not to, unless my dogs are involved.
Road and cross kit are dialed in, right now I'm perfecting my commuter look. Just as with the roadie gear, I try to have 1-2 set outfit alignments that provide the most versatility and the ability to ride in on a cold morning, and home on a mild early evening.
@Evan B.
The more perfecter, the betterer. That's what I always say.
@wiscot
As always, a great post from ya. One of the things I truly love about cycling is the built-in fitness aspect. I'm no longer a teenager, but I'm also not a blimp. Why? I have to carry my arse along on the bike wherever I go. When you reach for the drops and the belly says, "Hold on a minute"...that is when it's time to get the house in order.
I can respect a 12 k. A 5 k is kinda a joke to me. Good for folks to get out, but.... 5k shouldn't really be a challenge.