Wednesday, July 2, 2008
It's been all of a week since I declared my goal of using one tank of gas a month. Have I bitten off more than I can chew? I'm already down to half a tank--I have been indulgent with driving to work or letting Tristan take the car to work. I'm still determined to reach my goal, so I'll just have to redouble my efforts here. No more wussing out when it starts to sprinkle as I'm leaving work.
On the plus side, I'm finally starting to notice some improvement in my strength, both muscular and cardiovascular. When I started riding, I'm ashamed to say I couldn't make it 1.5 miles to the store without having to stop to take a break. Now that trip feels easy and breezy, even when I'm hauling the bike trailer (which has flat tires, I might add). Riding to work is also a snap, but riding home is still a little challenging. I'm wiped out at the end of the work day, and it's hotter than in the morning. I think with a little more strength I'll get fast enough that the ride home isn't so brutal--even now it's a lot more tolerable than my first few attempts.
I'll check in next week to let you know how my gas meter is looking...wish me luck!