As you know, this blog is authored by Qualia and Calvini (me), two brothers. Our older brother, Bryan, is a much more gifted athlete who,these days, we're only able to surpass because he has a "family" and all that pseudo important stuff. He never exercises.
But when Bryan was in high school he was a nationally ranked cross country runner who probably would have been a great athlete if he had ever learned the concept of relaxation. Every opportunity for competition was a chance to tell his body (and his brothers) who was boss. Bryan never tired of instilling discipline in his corpus. He'd regularly lose 10 lbs or more when he went out for a run. Man, those were scary times.
After several years of entirely sedentary living, last week Bryan took up my offer to go for a ride. Three days in a row. On some of the hilliest roads in the country.
On the third day, he did not rest.
No, he suggested we "check out" a hill that had twice caused his car to stall, due to its steep angle and his car's inability to pump gas when nearly inverted.
That hill he wanted to check out was 30 miles away. And between that hill and my parents' house is the hilliest road I've ever ridden, West Virginia riding included.
Here's my power output for the day:
In addition to two 5-minute power blocs of almost 400 watts, I hope you'll notice a few 50 mph+ screaming downhills.
Now, I'd like to puff out my chest and brag about this, except that Bryan, who has ridden a bike three times in the past year managed to hang with me the whole way.
Here's to hoping my kids--if I ever have any--get some of those genes...