After a long, wet, hard day in the saddle… Everything comes down to balance
You are taught your whole life how to balance things… Between the day your training wheels are removed to juggling work and family as you get older… We strive for healthy proportions and equity!
Today was a day that we were consistently off balance! But, we worked wih it, redistributed as the day went on and in the end, if we were to repeat today tomorrow… we would be unreal! To start the day, the fact that the only consistent things we do in life these days are; eat, sleep and bike is a little askew but it’s my full time profession right now (that balances work!) and we have thrown in tons of our friends and family (so there adds social!).
After the skewed number of hours a day we spend in a tiny saddle dropped onto our handlebars… Packing was this morning was very unbalanced. We had 150km of nothingness routed out, 8 pitas, costo sized licorice bag, granola bars, 4 bananas, 2 plums, extra water bottles and the whole works… We got up the first hill, and we both agreed that we very frequently did 150km trips on 1 water bottle and 1 granola bar… I dont think for the first hour I climbed a hill in my big ring… It was about 2 hours in that we were dumping ziplocs of trail mix, pitas and even dads licorice… We’d open the bag, dump the contents after taking a baby sympathetic bite from each pita… Dad though, did pour out a little bit of water from his extra bottle instead of ditching all the licorice! It really does prove our light weight strategy helps!!!
After dumping comes the speed; too fast, too slow… I feel like we never actually bike at the perfect speed, we just average the perfect speed!
Then the balance of a sore bum! Too much cream and irritation is initiated.. Or too little that chafing dominates… The balanced seat height so you get power and comfort and the list just goes on and on…
So tomorrow we will try again to balance things correctly… And Lets hope we aren’t throwing food for the fish (weve already fed the mainland animals) overside confederation bridge and that we can find the right balance between being too wet or too warm if mother nature gives us showers two days in a row!
I thought that being your next door neighbour in residence was getting to know you, Scoops, but reading about your sore bum (and other ailments- the whole section on your pee frequency, as an example) brings it to a new level. It gets me a little nostalgic, actually!
Safe travels on your last days!