It’s been almost six weeks since my last long run, a drag made all the more frustrating by the fact that I feel absolutely no signs of the injury. I can jump, even sprint short distances (had to run for a train), and it all feels fine and dandy. But, as tempting as it is to literally just go for a run, there’s that nagging feeling that if I break the rules now, it will all be for nought.
So, with all the spare time on my hands, I decided to give some attention to a pair of old friends that I had neglected for years.
The pair of road bikes hanging on the garage wall had certainly seen better days. Although the last time I rode either of them was nearly 9 years ago, my road biking days were such a big part of my life that I had never been able to bring myself to part with them. And so, along they came with me, on a 7000 mile flight and through three house moves, all the time either sitting quietly in a corner or hanging silently on the garage wall, playing home to spiders and literally collecting dust.
My trusty commuter needed some serious work, and so to save myself the stress and hassle I decided to bite the bullet and send it in for an overhaul. $200 for new gear and brake cables, and some work to repair the old 8 speed STI shifters. When she came back from the shop all sparkly and clean, it certainly felt like money well spent.
My racing bike had fared much better over the years of neglect, and all it needed was a wipe down and some lube on the chain.
My first ride out was close to magical. I’d been on a few rides on the MTB recently, and I loved that, but this was a totally different feel. The 700x23C wheels pumped to 110psi spun up effortlessly and the smooth michelin prorace tyres glided almost noiselessly along the tarmac as I grabbed the drops and tucked my head in out of the draft. Everything felt delightfully familiar and nostalgic as I rolled around the roads in my old neighbourhood.
So, over the last two weeks, between the road and the trails, I’ve spent a good 5 hours / 110km just rolling around and reconnecting with an old love. It’s been a blast, and while it hasn’t quite filled the massive void that running has left, when I do recover, maybe it’s time to put the bikes into my weekly routine. Who knows, switching my shoes for wheels on one or two days a fortnight might just be what I need to dodge that next injury!