Over the weekend, shockingly, I
went on a bike ride. It was
tougher than I expected in some ways.
Afterward, I talked it over with my Bike Guru because I suspected it had
to do with food.
Side note: It is really really really useful and
fun to have smart friends to think things through with. Pooling experience, swapping stories,
and discussing strategies for survival make everything better.
We agreed that the particular
ride was challenging because of food, water, and logistics. The specifics don’t matter (although if
you are interested, I will happily bore you with deep details…). I spend plenty of time discussing
choosing well with food, both in quantity and quality. Usually it is a question of eating less
of the former and choosing better examples of the latter. However, when we do endurance things,
hard stuff, we have to eat more.
Otherwise, we can end up
performing less well, hurting more, and feeling much more stupid. Lack of fuel promotes bad
decision-making and crabbiness. It
also makes it hard to appreciate the passing scenery, which, on my ride, included
emus.