There’s a question mark hanging over the upcoming cycling season.
He’s five-and-a-half months old, handsome as a matinee idol and a future cyclist himself.
LIttle Ring’s lively blue eyes and toothless cherubic grin will make your heart soar, but as anyone who’s welcomed a little one into their world knows first hand, babies are kinda all-consuming. Your schedule is now their schedule, defined by feedings, naps, walks and playtime.
Even before Little Ring came on the scene, Princess of Pavement and I discussed our need to keep up our active lifestyles. Running makes PofP happy. Cycling is in my blood. We want to set a good example, and make him as much a part of our exercise activities as possible.
It does not, however, mean a trailer will be hitched to the Lapierre anytime soon, or worse, an iBert to her stem. We all have our line in the sand.
Rides are no longer just a matter of pulling on the shorts and disappearing for three or four or five hours. Now we’ll have to coordinate schedules, negotiate free time, synchronize for meet-ups.
I suspect mileage will take a hit. Which means every ride has to count.