Getting all Worked Up

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When Susan cycled across the US, she just went and did it.

She was 28.  

We are now among the Chronologically Gifted.  And while perhaps demonstrably not completely sane, at least we are not entirely stupid — we managed to suss that physical preparation was going to have to take the place of youth.

Or unlucky.

Last November, in the course of casual conversation, son Eric told us about indoor cycling trainers with virtual worlds.  

Being Calendaricaly Enhanced, I found this to be complete gibberish.   Eric assured me that if I typed these words as he stated them into a browser, at least it would understand.  Brat.

At the end of January, I had our setup in place.  We call it, not entirely affectionately ...


Since the end of January, when I finished fabricobbling everything together, I have managed just over 1400 "miles". Susan is at 900, but then she also goes to the gym nearly every day.

On top of that, we have managed another 200-ish in The Real World.   A cold and wet spring largely put paid to leaving the garage.   Damn Climate Catastrophe.

Has all that effort amounted to anything?  

When I started, I was good for a 128 watt average over an hour.   Last week I averaged 162 watts over nearly two hours.  (To put things in perspective, my son routinely manages over 220 watts.  I do not like that perspective.)  In TRW, it looks like taking 110-120 watts/hour to maintain 13 mph on level ground, no wind, without using the battery.  That's a comfortable pace for six hours riding day in and day out.

In TRW, Fully Loaded

If we abandon, it won't be because of inattentive legs, lungs, and nethers.


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