The Pacific Northwest is... just great! No snow to speak of, which makes biking to work and to random places easy - year round. Rain, you say? Pssshhht! There's rain clothes for that. Also, mother nature made sure you're made of a nifty thing called skin, which comes fully waterproof and free of charge.
I started biking because I was getting fat. I found out the hard way that there really isn't such a thing as a free lunch. So before I became the real life version of Rolie Polie Olie, I had to do something - and eating less just wasn't an option. I thought long and hard about my choice of exercise.
|Cute fellow but not what I'm going for|
Fencing? No. I'm lacking too much in the coordination department. Besides, it's not my idea of a good time dressing up like a mummy and try to poke someone else with sharp objects. I believe that's what prisons are for.
Running? Hell, no!
Biking? Hmm.... an activity that allows for eating while exercising? Sign me up! So I dusted off my Raleigh and off I went. The first month was rough! Then it became easier and easier. Now it's close to being second nature.
|Not this - it was quite disgusting|
I'm not a fast cyclist and will never win races, oxygen deprivation and bordering on passing out are just not things I find appealing. I can, however, bike forever if need be. The longer, the better.
I started biking on June 5th, 2015 and have more or less been commuting by bike since. I have also put in quite a few races so far. The most challenging was High Pass Challenge.