I have been a weekend cycler for about 15 years,
and am lucky enough to have a large 42kg white German
Shepherd dog, called K2, who loves to go for a run
alongside the bike. Why is that lucky? Well I don’t
have to be self motivated, the dog watches me like a hawk
and whenever I go near the garage where the bikes are
kept, he starts with the leaping and twisting and
running indicating he is wildly excited about the
prospect of a ride and run. If that does not gain my
immediate attention, then its onto the mournful whining
and sooking, and if expectations are still not met it’s
the deep guttural moan and laying in the doorways
obstructing all traffic. Hence I ride regularly.
All that exercise made me think I was reasonably fit,
usually doing a 6km ride with the dog then a snappy 12 km
ride along the beach by myself. I would do that 6 to
8 times a month.
When I started work at DSR I became aware of the “Cycle
Instead” campaign and decided to become a part of
it. I checked out the DPI web site, downloaded the
cycleway maps in pdf form and studied them, planned my
cycle route and on the nominated day did the big
ride. Google had told me the ride would be 15.5 km,
I was used to 18km twice a weekend so I though “no
worries”. I planned for a 45 to 55 minute ride.
The early September day was cold and sunny, I noticed a
chill breeze coming from my right hand side as I headed
off down the hill towards Carine open space. The
ride up the hill towards the freeway in the cold air had
my heart rate at around 160 and by the time I got to the
top I thought that was me done, can I finish
now. Unfortunately there was still 12 km to go, or
so I thought.
Construction in Osborne Park had closed the cycle way,
and the detour signs took me out to the main road, not
back to the cycle way, and when I finally got out of
suburbia, to Hutton Street, I must have been tired from
pushing into the now brisk head wind that I missed the
sign taking me over the Freeway at Hutton and had a
little magical mystery tour for another couple of Km.
Once decided I was on the wrong path I managed to
backtrack and ended up having a lovely ride along the non
freeway side of Lake Monger. Lovely scenery and so
much birdlife it was beautiful, except for that dratted
head wind.
Once at work, I checked the bikes Cats Eye odometer, 23.5
km and an hour and a half. I was so exhausted from
pushing into the head wind that I could not even walk up
the stairs. Two days later I rode home, another 90
minute epic with my heart rate sitting between 160 and
170. Once again I could not even walk up the stairs
and I was moaning so pitifully my kids though I was
dying. I had to make some changes. I decided
then and there to stop using my dirt bike that was sprung
front and rear with a gel seat. I borrowed a brand
new firms bike, a “Giant” with slimline slick tyres, and
all the mod cons. Got on the exercise bike at home for 20
minutes of cardio 3 nights in a row, and on the nominated
day off I went. Sixtyfive Minutes and still
exhausted. The ride back was into the not nice head
wind again, 65 minutes.
After more cycle cardio in front of the news, next it was
55 minutes and the head wind was viewed as pleasant as it
kept the air fresh. The next week I had a meeting to
attend and got held up departing with deadlines, so I had
to put in some effort. Fortyfive minutes at a heart
rate of 170 and when I got home I ran up the
stairs. I noticed a change in the way I viewed
running for the train, and friends started commenting I
was looking trimmer, I was starting to look forward to
Tuesdays and Thursdays for my trip on the “DSR Sportscar”
as I called the firms “Giant”
We have signed up for the “Active Family Challenge”, and
so I’ve got the kids bikes sorted now and we do the
family ride every second weekend as I have them week
about. We do about 15km and take in the ocean breeze
and a milk shake at Scarborough Beach. I do a couple
of rides for the dog and drag a kid along mid week,
that’s 6km. I had to buy my daughter a smaller size
pair of jeans, and that made us both very happy. We put
it down to the bike riding.
I have to agree with some of the other bloggers who say
they don’t want to get into the lycra, at 47 I am kind of
proud of my baggy brown shorts and faded baggy
T-Shirts. My exercise is strenuous, but I always
exercise with my own heart rate monitor strapped
on. My Doctor says you should work to a maximum rate
of 220 less your age, that’s 173 for me, and I find 175
to be a good max, and feel a bit funny when I get to
185. Anyone around that 50 mark should consider a
heart rate monitor as it takes the guess work out of
things and allows you to confidently exercise.
Len L - DSR Dream Team - Carine to Leederville
Len wins a cycle instead prize.