Growing old disgracefully

  • Where are my damn endorphins?

    I thought, as the instructor of the spinning class suggested i might want to “add some more resistance and toughen up the hill” for the third time in as many minutes. Admittedly i think she was just reiterating what she’d already said, rather than expecting us to continually wind more resistance on to the spinning bike’s wheel, but each time she said it it sounded like a challenge. I tightened the brake again, forced my legs back up to speed and waited for the pain relieving hormones to kick in.

    “You should be at 60 to 80 rpm”, shouted the instructor “and climbing hard”. This grated with me somewhat; i’d been out riding all afternoon, before coming to the leisure centre to finish off the day with some good old thrashing on a exercise bike, and on all the climbs i’d done outside (of which there had been many) i’d been reduced to far lower than 60rpm. Not in a weak and feeble way, you understand, but when fighting your way up a half mile long 1 in 6 gradient with a smallest gear of 39×23 (and you’re not in it…), 60 rpm suggests that your chain’s come off and you’re about to topple over in a heap!
    I fought on, spinning at between 45 and 50rpm, still waiting for the blessed relief the endorphins would bring.

    At least it was warm in the spinning studio. The temperature outside had dropped to the point where my face was stinging in the wind while i was riding, in fact i’d gone from riding with no jacket and an unzipped winter cycling top just after lunch to contemplating stuffing bits of hedgerow newspaper down my tights to keep myself warm in the darkness of the evening. Overheating in shorts and t-shirt was a nice feeling in comparison, even if other people at the class did seem to be giving funny looks and thinking that no one person should sweat quite that much…

    “OK we’ve reached the top, knock some resistance off and get ready to do some sprinting down the descent”, said the instructor. Now this should be good, i thought. i didn’t get to do much of that while outside as random patches of ice had halted me in my tracks several times (I’d hit the first patch i came across, realised how completely out of control i was and had basically closed my eyes and waited for the pain to arrive. Through sheer luck i’d not wiped out, but decided that creeping round the frozen death-traps was the better part of valour and stopped well in advance from then on). 30 seconds on, 30 seconds off came and went, then came and went again. it felt good to hammer at full pelt…it felt great in fact, i was loving it. Aah, this’ll be the endorphins arriving…damn, too late to use, the class has finished. Oh well. Next week maybe i’l ride for longer beforehand, then i’ll rule!

    Ahem: mapmyride claims the route was 105 miles (it’s not, it’s 108) and only has 2540ft climbing…which is utter rubbish!


    11:49 am on February 20, 2008 | 3 Comments | # |


  • Brant 12:17 pm on February 20, 2008 | #

    I like dolphins, me.

  • dgpowell 1:47 pm on February 20, 2008 | #

    me too, but every time i take one out with me on a ride for pain relieving and mild euphoria purposes it seems to die…

  • Guy 8:17 pm on February 20, 2008 | #

    Hi, is this the dolphin fettish discussion website?

    phwoar, flippers