Time for a short post today since it’s already late here in the east coast. I stayed off the Internet all day so I didn’t see who won Paris-Roubaix so am just now writing this. Three years ago today I launched Biking To Live and it’s been an interesting ride.

Since I started this blog back in 2008 a lot of things have happened – I’ve ridden lots of miles, trained for a century (but didn’t get to ride it), got laid off and moved to Dallas, worked in Dallas for 18 months, moved back to Florida, my dad passed away, my trusty Cannondale of 15 years finally gave up the ghost, I bought a new (used) bike, I signed up for a charity ride, and started doing some group rides. Some great stuff but some unfortunate stuff too. One thing that’s not on that list is a consistent loss of weight.

The last year of Biking To Live has been hard. I went through periods of not riding and found it hard to continue writing posts. There were times I went weeks without posting. I’m still not past that as other demands are taking lots of my time including family and work. I plan to continue writing about my exploits on the bike in hopes that it will continue to motivate others who are trying to do what I’m doing – lose weight with cycling.

To those of you who come here and support me in my efforts I thank you. My readers are the most important thing about Biking To Live. Without you I would have probably stopped this blog long ago. Thanks for being there and I hope I give at least a small portion in return.

Just a quick note about Saturday’s group ride.

I knew going into the shop group ride that I would have to ride with the fast group. They have a guy who will lead a slower group but the pace is too slow and the ride too short. The only way I’m going to get stronger is by riding with the faster group and trying to stay on as long as possible. So that’s what I did.

There was about 10 or 12 of us in the group and we started off pretty quick right from the start. Once we got onto a clear section of road with no lights or stop signs a paceline formed and I had to work hard to stay attached. The pace quickly ramped up to 20 mph plus with short periods of up to 25 mph. I felt bad because there was no way I could take a pull at the front. I was having a hard time just staying on.

We made a right turn and I was quickly gaped. I managed to close the gap down but couldn’t stay there. I just settled down into a pace I could maintain. A check of my stats revealed that I had stayed with the group for 30 minutes and rode 10 miles at a 20 mph pace. I rode the next 26 miles solo and finished with 36 miles total at a 17 mph pace.

If I learned anything on Saturday I found that I need to learn to corner better so I’m not getting gaped at every turn. It takes a lot of energy to catch back up.