The Ride: Ah, September!

Whenever I talk about DC weather with people who aren’t don’t live here, we inevitably get stuck on the summers:  Why on earth would anyone consciously choose to live in a place where you regularly get temperatures in the upper 90s with 85 percent (or higher) humidity?  What a swamp! 

Yes, DC was built on a swamp,  And yes, there are plenty of summer days feel like you’re sitting inside a dog’s mouth.  But setting aside for a moment the possibility that someone might actually like that feeling (okay, not the dog part, but that intense feeling of heat and humidity — I love it), let’s remember that there are other seasons.  Such as autumn. 

Last week-end the summer heat broke and we’ve settled into that long, gorgeous stretch of mid-Atlantic autumn that will continue roughly unbroken (unless we get a hurricane) until probably sometime in late October or early November.  It’s sunny, daily highs are normally around 80 and the lows in the mid-60s.  It’ll gradually get cooler (sweater weather!) but we’ll never get those drastic temperature swings that characterize mountain autumns; nor are we likely to get any surprise early snowstorms that rip off all the branches because the leaves haven’t had a chance to fall.

It’s perfect weather for riding.  I went out on Saturday intending to do a long-ish ride.  It was a beautiful day, but I just didn’t feel up for a ride.  I was tired and a little moody and just felt sluggish.  The first five miles were drastically slower than my normal average speed, and I was tempted to turn around.  It seemed a shame to waste such a lovely day, though, so I stopped trying to “train” and just went along appreciating the fact that I live in a place where everything is still green and lush in mid-September, and where people value fitness and outdoor recreation enough to provide bike paths and wooded parks throughout the metropolitan area.  Before long I forgot my tiredness, and my sluggishness fell away. 

I ended up having a great ride.  After that slow start, I averaged speeds on par with my best days from earlier in the summer, and over the course of the 55 miles that I rode, I even inadvertently set a couple of new standards for myself:  Without really even trying I did one five-mile stretch in 15 minutes (I’ve done fifteenish before, but this time I was only seconds away from breaking into the 14 minute territory), and my overall average moving speed was 17.5 mph.  Not sure how that compares with other cyclists, but it’s a measurable improvement over my performance earlier this summer — which I guess is all I can ask for, given the fact that I’ve had to squeeze in cycling between work and travel this summer.  Makes me feel good. 

One comment

  1. Unknown's avatar
    Anonymous · · Reply

    How nice! Lady

    Like

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Owning My OCD 2.0

Making sense of my world

Master Class

Travel, Teaching, and the Arts