This past week was good. My weight is getting back on track and I’m noticing positive changes in my body. I’m looking more lean and muscular. I’ve been going to the gym regularly and started doing my interval training again. I’m hoping that, by doing all of these things, I can increase my FTP as well as my power to weight ratio.
On Saturday I woke up early to check the weather to see if there was a window to ride before the rain. There was! The rain was due to start around 9am. I got ready and ate a banana in the car on the way to the lot in Westbury. As I was getting ready I saw a cyclist approaching the lot. It was my bike uncle. He came to the lot to sniff around and see if anyone was there. I told him I was thinking of Centre Island and that sounded good to him, so we rode together. It was such a pleasant ride. We had a nice pace and great conversation. We stopped for food because he skipped breakfast and needed a bottle refill. I decided on the rest of the route during that stop to get us back before the rain. We stopped twice more after for scenic pictures. I offered him a ride home if it rained and offered again another couple of times. I just wanted him to know that he didn’t have to ride in the rain if he didn’t have to. The sun started to come out and I offered him a choice of adding a couple of miles and he chose the most direct way back, which was hilly. I was avoiding hills in preparation for Sunday’s hilly ride. He offered to go the way I was suggesting but he made the choice and I was sticking with it. I had led the ride and he went along with it so it made sense to honor his decision. We took the direct way back and we said goodbye right outside of the lot. It was starting to mist and was very overcast. He came back to the lot to take me up on my offer of a lift home. We barely had his bike secured to the rack when it started to pour. It was a drenching downpour. I made it clear to him that I was happy we went with his very wise decision. We chatted happily all the way back to his place. It poured twice more on the drive there. I was so happy he took me up on the offer. There was no reason to drive in that rain. I was back home very early and my sweetie was so happy that we had the whole rest of the day to do as we pleased.
On Sunday I met the group at the lot for the hilly ride to Sands Point and King’s Point. My bike uncle was there. I was happy to see him for another day of riding together. It was hot and humid. The ride leader led at a pace that was suitable for the weather as well as the varied abilities of the group. There wound up being 3 flats and a dropped chain to delay our ride. We stopped for water twice as it was very hot out. We were out all day. It was very nice because everyone on the ride was fun to be around. Every time we stopped we had very nice conversations. I rode without the saddle bag and I’m really enjoying that. I can feel the difference. There’s nothing on my seat post to absorb the feeling of the road. I also notice the wind changes more. I can feel everything and I feel more in tune with my bike.
There are many products available to carry your stuff in your jersey pocket but I haven’t found anything with the correct dimensions in my price range. Most pouches are made of neoprene and have compartments. My saddle bag didn’t have compartments so it really isn’t a necessary feature for me. I found a pouch that’s perfect. It’s not bike specific but it’s made of neoprene and fits right in my jersey pocket. It doesn’t have compartments but it fits everything that I need to carry with me. It’s a change purse and I found it on Amazon for $8.99. Here’s a picture of the product and all the stuff that I was able to put inside of it comfortably:
Always remember to be creative when searching for the perfect item to suit your needs. I hope you all have a great week. Thank you so much for reading!