Every year around this time something strange happens to me. I start to really really (really), want to ride my bike. Like all the time, every day, everywhere. I think about riding all day, I dream about it all night (for serious my covers are sometimes all at the end of the bed because I have been pedaling in my sleep). I crave it in a way that I almost never crave anything.
Its like a hunger, that just can’t be filled. No amount of miles on the bike seem to make it go away. I have even had to resort to running, yes running, to tire my legs out so I can get them to calm down.
This bike hunger seems to coincide with an actual hunger. I am eating shit tones of food (for those of you who don’t know a shit ton is two and a half fuck loads, or 25 ass loads). Chocolate, sandwiches, pasta, veggies, eggs, cheese, ice cream, frozen yogurt, ice cream with frozen yogurt, cheese with eggs, tofu, beans, its like I am a forest fire and no amount of water will put me out.
I wake up in the morning and have a strong desire to just point my bike west and never stop. My morning commute is a joy and the smile never leaves my face. That is until I have to stop riding. On the weekends I punish myself with long fast hard rides. 50 miles at full speed, 20 miles at 20 mph in a small gear, anything to get me tired at the end of the day. Next up is long distance fixed gear rides.
Am I the only one with this sort of deep desire to bike when its nice out? Does anyone else get a little nagging voice in their head urging them to go get on the bike? Am I alone in my sickness!?
