OK for those that don't know me I'm a 30 yr old 6'2" 563lb man. I was a 30yr old 6'2" 600lb man at Christmas but I started making changes to my diet and dropped close to 40lbs in the last 4 months. Earlier this month I decided to take up cycling again since it used to be something I loved, and it's a low impact aerobic workout. I will be posting to this thread with my progress. I hope maybe someone might be inspired to make a positive change in their own lives too.
I asked for advice on a safe bike, convinced people I wasn't BS'ing, got the advice and bought a Kona Hoss. I had to have a few things on the bike modified for my needs and I just got it back yesterday, went on my first real ride of 1/3 a mile and thought "no way in hell can I do this".
This morning I ignored my fears and got back on the bike.
This is how it went.
OK just got back...Oh my god....dying here....can't breath....typing and breathing really hard....holy ****...I went 1/4 of a mile slight incline/decline.
Ok breathing easier now, heart rate is 110, I'm recovering. My heart rate was in the 150's riding.
Ok so how it went? I did a long lap around my apartment complex, I was wearing sweats which offer little resistance to the bike seat. IE I wish my bike had bought me dinner before it violated me. It was a good ride though. I actually felt like 'maybe' I could do this. I re-learned some tricks from my last time riding, like supporting my weight partially through pedals and not 100% seat. This helped me shift my weight so that I wasn't in 100%agony, just 90%agony 10%serious pain. I got the bike up to 11 1/2 mph and started to realize how sensitive the bike is to steering. The slightest twitch of the handlebars would have the bike diving into a turn eating the asphalt for breakfast. I passed another guy on a bike and his mouth smiled while his eyes said "What the ****?" I had a little laugh over that.
The hardest part was the back leg where I was pedalling up hill as I couldn't 'stand' on the pedal to offset my weight and I thought that seat was going to kill me. It felt terrible, and it was really up there too. I'm still hurting, sitting here typing. The flesh around my sit bones is burning and probably bruised. However I remember this from before, I remember it hurt like hell but that it got better. And as my legs get stronger I will be able to float on my calves to keep the weight off.
As it was, when I saw my apartment in sight, and finally got off the bike I was dying and my legs felt like flacid meat poles. I could barely walk and had to support myself on the bike to make it to my door. My legs got the work out they have been waiting for.
The good news? I had the seat low enough that I could easily get on and off the bike safely, and in these sweats I had almost no trouble with the range of my pedal motion. So that is good news for me because it means I probably won't need any special attatcments or have to worry about emergency stops without curbs nearbye.
Well I'm done for the day. I'll do it again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after etc until either my ass gives up and dies, or I get used to it.