In just a week the group heads to the Cabot Trail. Last Sunday we did our final group ride - 103 km and 1100 meters of climbing. That's a little longer than their longest day on the trail but not as much climbing. On their hardest day they'll do about 1700 m. All told the ride will be 307 km with 4250 m of climbing. On Sunday their average moving speed was very respectable and they did an excellent job of managing their hydration and snacks.
I was in a position recently to describe this project to groups of serious cyclists. I was taken aback by their reactions. They were not supportive. They showed scorn for my group's equipment, the timeline for their ride, their average speed .... Several even asked me if I was concerned about the effect on me of riding with the group.
I didn't react to what I considered provocative comments. There's no point in talking to people who don't 'get it'. But those conversations made me very sad. Sad that people couldn't remember the beginning of their own journey and sad/mad that they were unwilling or unable to celebrate others who were just discovering the joys of exercise and cycling, in particular.
Those interactions just confirmed for me the importance of not losing touch with what it felt like to be a beginner. The earliest steps are the most important for making a profound change. It also hardened my determination to ensure that no one in my classes will ever feel 'less than' the others in the room.
In my note following our ride on Sunday I used only two words: mission accomplished. The members of the group each set a goal and then did the hard work to prepare for that goal. Along the way they learned a lot about physiology, nutrition and the importance of mental preparation. The riders should be judged on those achievements, not on the bikes they ride, their speed or whether they end up walking some of the steepest grades.
I had my own mission when I started this project. When we return I will write a more thoughtful reflection on the intersection of the indoor and outdoor cycling worlds as played out in our journey.
John's note: The picture is of my Mission Accomplished moment - completing my goal of riding 1,000 miles during the Summer of 1995. As I read Christine's article above, I couldn't help but dig through Amy's photo albums to find the picture to share it with you. I had been carrying a disposable camera for just this occasion and my riding friend Wendy snapped the picture at the exact spot where the computer flipped to 4 digits 🙂
I have to admit that if I saw someone today riding a $200 Giant Cross Bike, wearing a tee-shirt, cheap bike shorts and $10.00 helmet, my inclination would be to think; "what a dork!" At the time I didn't know any better. And yet this was a huge moment for me.
I'm the type of person who, when I think I'm going to start something new, feel a strong need to look the part. You know, go out and buy all the gear. And then all that gear ends up collecting dust in a corner of the garage once I've lost interest. But my commitment to becoming a cyclist was going to be different. I pulled down this long neglected Cross Bike I had purchased the last time I had decided to "get fit" and told everyone I knew I was going to ride it for a thousand miles before I bought anything expensive for my new hobby - although I did end up buying a bike computer to keep track of my mileage and toe straps.
Only after accomplishing my "mission" did I even consider buying all the "stuff" one buys in order to "look like a cyclist." I may have looked like a dork that day... but I didn't feel like one.
I didn't care what others thought of me. I had overcome the biggest obstacle I've ever faced, myself. And I felt damn good about it.