Well, there may be something to all this exercise and diet business, after all. Three weeks ago, I rode about fifty miles over the enduro course at Muenster, Texas, and I felt crippled when I got off the bike. Still, I would have made it to the van okay if my son hadn't stepped on my hand.
So I started trying to eat less, and began riding the exercise bike and lifting some easy weights, lots of reps. Then Saturday, I rode pretty much the same course again, but I felt better afterward. My hands weren't completely cramped, my arms weren't totally pumped, and my knees ached, but they didn't quite feel like they were ready to fall off. I even made it to the van under my own power. Guess I'll stick with it.
So I started trying to eat less, and began riding the exercise bike and lifting some easy weights, lots of reps. Then Saturday, I rode pretty much the same course again, but I felt better afterward. My hands weren't completely cramped, my arms weren't totally pumped, and my knees ached, but they didn't quite feel like they were ready to fall off. I even made it to the van under my own power. Guess I'll stick with it.