Hanging out a little writing, and thinking that maybe deciding to do 6.5 miles through my hilly neighborhood this morning might have been a little silly, since it's 95 and climbing! But anyway, I'm getting closer to changing the second digit in my weight again, as it oughta only be a few more days before I'm down into the 220s for the first time in this millenium. That's pretty cool.
So when I bought the bike, I went a little all-out. My obsessive personality traits should come as no surprise to anyone who reads here, so it probably goes without saying that I couldn't just buy a bike. I had to buy gloves, a set of lights, an odometer/bike computer, pedals and the little clippy shoes as well. I already had a helmet from the 24 Hours of Booty ride, and I had bike shorts from that as well, but the shoes are taking a little getting used to.
If you've never seen them, bike shoes have cleats on the bottom. Not like baseball or football cleats, more like a metal clip that locks your feet into the pedals to that as you're pedaling you're pulling up as well as pushing down, to maximize the energy that's going into moving the bike, and so that the energy on the upstroke of pedaling isn't lost. They're great for making it easier to ride, and for making it easier to get up hills.
They're not so great for stopping. Let's revisit - when you're pedaling, you're clipped in by metal clips, and you have to twist your foot outwards to release the clip and free your foot. So when you're coming up to a stop sign, it's important to unclip and put a foot down to avoid rolling out into traffic.
It's also important to unclip the foot that's on the downhill side of the body. Otherwise, you've got one foot free, but the other foot is locked in, and you have an odd moment of stasis before you find yourself falling over. If you're lucky (as lucky as you can consider yourself if you're going to be a grown man who just fell over on his bicycle), you can manage to twist yourself around and fall mostly on your ass and back. And well, that's another reason we wear helmets. So I was lucky enough last week to only fall on the padded bits, but it's still pretty damn embarrassing to go ass over teakettle in front of a car pulling up to a stop sing in your own neighborhood.
Go ahead, visualize. Don't leave out the spandex, it makes it a better mental image.
So that's it, really. I'm riding most every day, either on the exercise bike, the real bike, or both if I feel particularly ambitious when I get home from work. I ordered some new jeans off Ebay, figuring if I'm still working on losing weight, there's no point in paying retail for pants I hopefully won't be able to wear by November.
I've also picked up a little more work for PokerNews, doing recaps of the UK Poker Open and some of the upcoming EPT and WSOP-Europe events. If this stays as steady as it has been, I can cut out some of the lighting design work I've been picking up to pay for vacations and fund them via writing instead. There are no ladders or 9-hour technical rehearsals in writing tournament recaps, so it's certainly a better gig.
In a Pauly-esque moment, my writing music today is Cross Canadian Ragweed - Back to Tulsa: Live at Billy Bob's. Worth checking out.