In December I was a guy who owned a bunch of fancy bikes and talked about “the old days”. I was the walking, talking definition of a has-been. Proudly bragging about achievements that were for the most part decades old. Unfortunately, to the letter of the law, I’m still a has-been.
But I’ve never been one for conforming to the law.
When do you cease to be a has-been, and enter the realm of the come-back? I’m not sure. I’m certainly not asking to be categorised there yet because I know that 3 weeks definitely does not qualify as a come-back. But I was going through the ritual of cooling down after a ride this afternoon when I noticed something intriguing. Mirrors can be flattering if you hit them at just the right angle with the lighting at a favourable level.
Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was an optical illusion. Whatever it was, it looked like a cyclist was in my shorts. An actual cyclist in my very home. I did a double take and realised that I didn’t see a stalker, but me. ME! I’m nearly a cyclist again.
The engine that was once a big, old, sloppy diesel has clearly been exposed to a professional workshop and has come away transformed into something akin to a less big, less old, less sloppy diesel. It still has a way to go until it’s a fully fledged race motor burning rubber at every outing, but it’s a start. I offer into evidence exhibit A.
From the looks of that photo, I shouldn’t have much trouble hitting the track and avoiding embarrassment come September. I’m taking my blue beast to the velodrome tomorrow to feel the fixie rush and have some private time with the 30 degree banking. I’ll be doing that every 2 or 3 weeks so that when I hit it hard in a few months I won’t look stupid in front of a crowd.
The fact that I have successfully carried a New Years Resolution into the second half of January is, in itself, a miracle. And miracles beget miracles. An hour ago I was 6 kilograms (13lb) lighter than on January 1st. At that rate, next Christmas I’ll be down to 31.2kg (69lb). I may back the diet off a couple of notches before then. After all, I want to race the track, not climb in the tour.