Some days it seems like I have found some sort of complete control over my mind, then the next day I realize I have none. The other day I was commenting to my wife that I don’t understand why I like the idea of the tough riding in the hills but hate the tough riding on windy days. Her response was something like “I need to go shopping, I need a new pair of shoes”. This is a very common type of conversation we have when I start one of my frequent statements related to cycling. I see nothing particularly wrong with this as I get myopic when it comes to whatever I’m doing and I would tend to grow weary of listening if the situation were reversed.
But I’m already getting off topic. This week I decided it was time for my mind to take control of my body and change my outlook on wind. As luck would have it I was going riding on Monday with a friend and the forecast was for windy conditions. As it turned out the winds were around 20 mph sustained with gusts between 30 and 40 mph. It was one of the windiest days I have ridden.
The plan was we were going to ride about 50 miles. The first 15-20 miles into the wind, and because it was basically an out back course, a total of around 25 miles into the wind. I felt good and was determined to embrace the added challenge of the wind. I have cut back on my riding lately and have added more gym workouts to my routine. This left me feeling strong and the ride went well.
Around the 45 mile mark my riding partner was having some problems with his quads and felt he needed to stop for a few minutes. Realizing that the route was going to leave us a little short of 50 miles I told him I was going to ride on a bit and would be back shortly to ensure I got over 50. I felt strong, rode hard and turned back into the wind to return. Truly, the wind did not bother me then or at any time during the ride. I thought to myself, I have certainly conquered my dread of the windy ride.
The next morning I stepped on the scales and they read 177 pounds. My target races for the summer were in June and at that time my weight was 170 pounds. I have been working on trying to convince myself that I eat to survive and fuel my engine, not as some sort of primal tool of enjoyment. I thought I had made progress but the past couple months tell that is not so.
My questions is: How can I have enough mind control to convince myself that I enjoy riding into the wind but still not be able to pull my head out of the refrigerator? I don’t know the answer, but like so many other things in life, I will continue to try and figure it out.
Keeping in mind that age is an excuse not a reason.