Okay I’m a dude, but do you know how women say that they get amnesia after child birth pain and decide to have another kid? I think I can sort of relate…sort of.
Here’s the scenario…I’m how do I say it politely…oh yeah fat … and middle aged(48). For some reason I decide every year it’s a wonderfully great idea to do the Whistler Gran Fondo. It’s 122 km (75 miles) and Elevation: 1900m / 6200 ft. It’s the mountain climbing that kills you!
To put in perspective I’m 48, 230 lb (all Ice Cream baby). Watts/kg in the low 2s. Every year I think “hey I have a great idea…I’ll sign up for the Fondo again”. Sure I bike a fair amount each year between 3500-5000 km, but let’s face it I’m not exactly slender unless I’m hanging with sumo wrestlers.
It’s a ride with ~4,000 riders. As I was going around the final corner 2 years ago, I hear the announcer say “here’s our final 10 riders” after 7+ hrs in the saddle. Grant it was pouring rain and bloody freezing and there were many DNF. Oh and I broke my collar bone and 3 ribs and only trained 8 weeks.
And I suffered…and suffered.
And for some sick reason … even though I suck…I still really love cycling.
I was just thinking “hey I should sign up for the Fondo again”.
Do I qualify as mentally ill?