I planned for this Saturday as I have every other Saturday this month to go out and hit the trails on my new green machine/commuter/cross bike. It is a no-name brand steel framed cross bike which I bought on a super sale on-line (scary). The bike has multi purposes – it replaced my aging commuter; i could race cross on it if i so desired; AND most importantly I could do some winter training on some trails! Combined with some nice new sized up biking boots I was ready for any weather! Today, I was going to drive out to a place called waterfall glen which has a 9.5 mile gravel loop with some small hills. I thought if I could do that 3x i would be happy. Well, I ended up going out for couple of beers after work (when the CFO is buying you go – so it wasn’t really my fault). This led to drinking 2/3 a bottle of wine after I got home, watching the Bourne Legacy and falling asleep. It had been a long week.
The alarm went off this morning and I snoozed a few times. I got up had some coffee and decided that rather than drive all the way to waterfall glen I would just do some riding down by the lake and do some hill repeats etc. I already had a full day planned with an appointment to get my right butt scraped and prodded by Dr. D at Activebody then volunteering for the American Diabetes Association at the Chicago Bike Swap which wasn’t in Chicago but in a suburb call Palantine. The would have been a lot of driving in one day!
I’m getting to the point of my post .. honest.
So I set off on bike this morning, the plan was to ride for a couple of hours.. doing some hill work on our little cricket hill down at Montrose Harbor. I warmed up by riding North a few miles on the grass and was riding back when I heard the unmistakable sound of my rim hitting concrete.. .yep i had gotten a flat and was 4 or so miles from home. You might think well, that is the end of my workout. Instead I ran with the bike in bike shoes on the grass, did my hill repeats pushing the bike up the hill. It got my heart racing and my legs burning.
On the bike/off the bike it doesn’t matter, as long as you make it count.