Cycling + BBQ = heaven

My weekend can be summed up quite simply: cycling, eating, more cycling, more eating, sleeping. And it couldn't have been a better weekend for it! It was amazingly beautiful out.

Saturday consisted of a ride with the NYCC through Connecticut, while Sunday was dominated by the 5 Boro Bike Tour. The tour is a huge extravaganza -- the biggest cycling event in the city. I heard this year's ride hit 32,000 riders!

The route takes you down the southbound side of the FDR, over the Queensboro Bridge, on the BQE to the Verrazano-Narrows and into Staten Island. Basically, the ride is full of amazing views, not the least of which is a sea of cyclists extending for hours and hours. Apparently my parents heard about it on Fox News and I even met a few SU alums in town for the ride on Saturday. (They were riding up St. Nick's and looking rather lost when I led them back to the west side trail -- building up my "helping lost and clueless and out-of-towners" karma!)

The tour is notoriously crowded and somewhat accident-prone given the number of riders packed together. I find it relatively easy to avoid collisions though. It just takes a little care, and I'm not out there to set any land speed records. That's why it makes me nuts when these "hardcore" cyclist types get all cranky about the tour...as though riding in it makes you less of a cyclist! Frankly, I can't imagine anything more empowering than taking over major highways and bridges with seas and seas of bikes. I say the more, the merrier!

The best part of the tour? Finishing it off with a gorging at Dinosaur BBQ. What can I say? Riding is great and all, but guilt-free calorie stuffing, now that's priceless.

Commuting as exercise

I've recently rediscovered the beauty of multi-tasking. A few weeks ago it occurred to me that I live about 8 or 9 miles from my office -- a distance that takes about 40 minutes door-to-door via the subway. Given that I was doing 10+ mile runs, it was thus not unreasonable that I could just RUN home! Of course running 8 or 9 miles was definitely going to take more than 40 minutes...but consider how many minutes it would take to go home, change and then run for 9 miles!

Since that revelation I've been able to space out long bike days and long run days by something more than 12 hrs. My legs love me for it.

Of course, the run home from work hasn't been perfect each time. Last week I ran a whopping 13 miles, but only after having allowed my doctor to give me a tetanus shot and eating like crap all day. Not the best decisions I've ever made. The result? Well, let's just say I have firsthand experience of nearly every public restroom on the west side greenway from 23rd to 148th. At least I learned something from my stupidity. This week's 15 mile run was executed with relative ease (in as much as one can reasonably apply the word "ease" to a 15 mile run).

Today, I only needed an hour of riding which was covered by riding to and from work, a distance that takes the same 40 minutes as my subway commute. Check!

As an aside, I am now reasonably certain I'm going to lose my left toenail as well. Just in time for sandal season!