I went shopping this weekend, mostly at LandsEnd, but also at the bike shop, where I got some biking tights. Now, lycra and spandex aren't usually textiles I favor (because they don't favor me, to be honest) but it was so cold the other day that I gave in. Shockingly, I tried on two sizes, and fit the lesser size, something that's not at all common in my life. It's equally shocking that I actually tried on clothes, because I absolutely HATE trying on clothes. But at least it was easier with just me, not having to "model" what I was trying on for someone else's opinion.
To celebrate, more or less, I went for a ride, and it was the kind of glorious day outside that makes me full of joy, glad to be alive, grateful to be able to get outside and ride around. I did 20 miles in 1:18, which, for those of us doing the math, makes an average speed of just under 15 mph. My target lately has been 15 mph, but I hadn't done if for a full 20 miles since I got my bike computer put on (thanks to some friends) in August (and before that, I didn't really measure or time myself so much). The last five miles just rocked; I felt good and pushed hard!
I've never been the kind of person who's all hot on exercising or doesn't feel good if she doesn't exercise every day. But I think that's changing, and I'm rather shocked. I think it's a combination of getting outside, getting fresh air, seeing some nature, and maybe a little getting exercise. But I've been really trying since last year, for all those middle-aged health reasons.
The result? I passed 500 miles on my bike's computer this weekend (outdoor miles; it measures from my front wheel, so doesn't record the inside trainer thing). And I'm probably in the best shape I've been in since I was in my early 20s. I'm amazed. And tired in a good way.