My maiden voyage was not the awesome ride I thought I would take. I never made it out for that ride on Sunday and it’s a really good thing I didn’t because I would not likely have had a good time. This is the sad tale of my maiden voyage on my new Pinarello. I sort of have a name for it but I’m reserving that until I figure out what to do.
Saturday afternoon late I decided that I HAD to get in my 8 mile run for the day. It had been raining in the morning but then it cleared up so I pulled on my running clothes, grabbed a packet of Hammer Gel that I’d had in my nightstand drawer since sometime last summer and headed out the door. I didn’t take water because I decided to run to the trail that had a bunch of water fountains – no problem. Or so I thought.
The running felt a little sluggish but not bad, I made my way along the most scenic route and got to the trail head only to discover that the water fountain wasn’t really working – great. I ran to the next fountain, every footfall laden with that heightened sense of need and expectation you get when you are thirsty and I just prayed that that fountain would work – it did. It also happened to be at about the 4 mile mark so I gagged down the gel, drank some more water and headed home. It was getting dark and I kept thinking about changing the route so I would have some street light but I really wanted to cover 8 miles so I just pushed on.
About 5 minutes after I got home I got totally nauseated. Then I got diarrhea. Nice. Maybe that ancient pack of Hammer Gel wasn’t such a great idea. I almost started heaving but didn’t so I just went to bed – at 7:30 on Saturday night – livin’ large!
Sunday morning was dreary and rainy and because I had been so ill the night before I hadn’t managed to put the SPD pedals on my new bike. I called friend C and asked if we were going out for a ride and she said she and friend B were waiting a while to see what the sky did. They called at about 9 and said, “we’re going!” I still wasn’t feeling so good so I declined.
Then the day wore on and found one excuse after the other not to get on that beautiful new bike. I wasn’t fooling myself, though – I was afraid. Afraid I couldn’t handle it, afraid I might drop it, just afraid. I let the day go, never having gotten on the bike.
Today I finally screwed up the courage to go for a ride at noon. I got on, not really knowing what route I would take. I covered some pretty flat ground and then decided to tackle a hill. Not a huge hill but a hill that had some steep to it. Not long and steep – just steep and really, not all that steep.
I couldn’t do it. I didn’t make it up the hill. Here I was on a brand new, beautiful bike and I freaked out and got off. I couldn’t even get back on and get going – it was that bad. I had to walk the bike the rest of the way up the hill. Now I’m very unhappy for a bunch of reasons. First of all, I think I bought the bike too soon. It seemed fine when I tested it but really it isn’t that comfortable for me. It’s the right size (50 cm, I’m 5’2″) but it just feels a little big. Also, it has a double in front and I really think I need a triple if for no other reason than for the comfort of having a granny gear.
So now I’m bummed. I figure I have several ideas for what to do but I need help so bring it on! Here are my ideas:
1). Sell the bike on Craigslist for what I paid and go to an LBS and get fitted properly for another bike
2). Take this bike in and get fitted properly so it feels better.
3). Put my bmx pedals on the bike until I get used to it and then put the spd pedals back on and kick some ass
4). Get a triple put on front and assume that the bike isn’t the problem, it’s the rider
5). Suck it up, get back on the bike and tackle that hill.
I just don’t know. I’m pretty bummed out about it now. I’m really bummed out. I am the worst shopper in the world which is the major reason I still haven’t gotten a new car. The whole part about careful consideration, taking the time, weighing the options – I’m no good at that stuff. And on top of all of that, I have so much fear around bike riding that it’s hard to separate out the real problems from the demons in my head.
Any input you have would be really welcomed – really. Thanks.