After moving back to the Greater Vancouver area this year, I figured I needed to pass the time by being productive, and exercising is a good way to do so.
My journey into the world of road cycling began with a fateful ride up Cambie Street in Vancouver just north of SW Marine Drive. Using a mountain bike, I thought I was in pretty good shape, and then this hill decided to humble me. Powering up this hill was far more than I bargained for.
To put salt in my wounds, my friend accompanying me was riding a road bike and darted off like Rob Ford after crack (sorry, low blow. wait, sorry again…). He waited a good minute for me. No. He could have put his legs up and had an espresso at the pace I was going.
After getting home with my tail in between my legs, I began an unhealthy obsession (similar to, but oh-so-very-different than these people). I bought a used road bike, suited up, and started riding.
Why didn’t anyone tell me about road cycling earlier? Easy on the knees, great for the lungs, the camaraderie with other riders, the space to meditate and contemplate.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve been living in China the last 11 years, and it’s not easy on the knees because of the relatively poor road conditions, nor the air pollution for the lungs, and riding on the whole is meant for commute not enjoyment.
Okay, I can give you that. But glad I started.