60 miles a day for days on end while carrying 40 pounds of gear. This is a normal day on tour. At home this would be torture.
I’ve ridden carrying no more than 5 pounds for 17 days in a row. Mostly on flat terrain. I am beat up and tired. I cannot figure it out. Partly, the fatigue has to do with riding Little Nellie. The small wheels on my Bike Friday beat my body up. It’s fun to ride because it’s twitchy and nimble but after a couple of weeks my back starts going into spasm.
I had intended to exploit today’s perfect weather here in DC by going on a monster bike ride. Last night I had a couple of minor back spasms. Then I went to sleep only to wake up with stomach cramps. This turned out to somehow be connected to my ingestion of sour dough bread last evening. I know this because I had sour dough toast for breakfast and my stomach went nuts.
After lazing about for the entire morning, I set out on The Mule to see if my body would respond favorably. It did. I was riding about 10 percent faster. I could barely feel the tree root bumps in the trail. The weather was perfect. The only negative thought I had was whatever will I do when The Mule dies? It fits me so perfectly.
When I got home, I sat on my deck with a glass a merlot. I did the crossword puzzle while listening to a baseball game (Nats won 7-2 over the Cubs) on the radio I received for my birthday. Bliss.
Tomorrow is another perfect weather day. Mrs. Rootchopper and I are joining a couple of friends for a morning hike on Sugarloaf Mountain in Maryland. I get to try out one of my birthday presents, a new Osprey backpack. (I tossed my WalMart fall-apart backpack. I hated that thing.) Afterward, I shall retire to the deck for more radio baseball. (Our TV is out of commission as a result of the renovation to the man cave.)
Next week I have nothing planned and some awesome weather. I think I shall take The Mule out to the country for a long stroll.
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My theory is that the Mule gets jealous when you come back from a tour and ride “other” bikes, maybe it did some voodoo to little Nellie? BTW that Specialized … uh Mule, is steel and its likely to out live you and if it does somehow break a frame builder can probably repair it, Steel kind of rules in the longevity department but then again I am biased as I am hooked on Vintage Steel. YMMV. Hope the fatigue clears up for ya.