Today it became apparent a startling difference between cycling at 50 and cycling at 25.
Iíve been riding quite a bit lately and am on pace to log just over 3,000 miles this year. Iíve lost a lot of weight and have toned up considerably, ridden three centuries and rode RAGBRAI start to finish. Last week I decided to increase the intensity of my rides and have been riding every day, 30 or more miles per day at one or two miles per hour faster than usual.
Today I got on the bike for some hill training. From the very beginning my legs were dead and I felt like I had no energy. I was out of the saddle frequently, something I almost never do when I climb. I had no power on the flats and I was coasting down hills instead of peddling in a big gear. Then something happened that would have never happened when I was 25.
I turned the bike around and headed home.
It was an odd feeling ďgiving upĒ on a ride without feeling any guilt at all. I guess itís true that with age comes wisdom, at least in a modest amount for most of us. I think Iíll have a martini to celebrate.