I am not a super-fit hard-core anything. I know - shocker. But I am an enthusiastic participant in
outdoor activities, and have recently moved “cycle touring” up to the top of my
favorite pastimes.
Now, one would think that piling 50lbs of gear onto one’s
bicycle, and going out and riding about 50km per day with it, up and down
hills, on gravel, cobblestones and “Edmonton surface” would be a pretty good
way to shed a few pounds. If one thought
that, sadly, one would be (mostly) wrong.
Brent and his friend, Doug, rode across Canada two years
before we met. Brent is fond of saying
that you gain weight for the first three weeks of a cycle tour, and then the
weight starts coming off. He did drop a
bunch of weight on his big tour (after his initial three weeks of gain), but he
also gained a shed-load of weight in the first year afterwards.
In the early days of our relationship, Brent decided he’d
like to take me to do the Golden Triangle, which is a supported tour in the
Canadian Rockies, of approximately 317km over three days. “Woo-hoo,” thinks I, “this will give my
metabolism a great kick in the arse and I’ll come back a lean, mean cycling
machine”. Wrong. I trained some before the tour. I did most of the tour (although I dropped
out of the last section due to exhaustion and traffic dangers). I came back about three pounds heavier than
I’d left. “What the pudge?!” thinks I.
A few years later, and a few more pounds in the upward
direction, Brent suggests that we take a month off and cycle tour in
Australia. Taking off a full month from
work was a pretty big deal to me at the time, but hey, when the love of your
life wants to take you off to the other side of the world to see what that’s
all about, you go. And, “Woo-hoo,”
thinks I, “three days may not have been enough to kick my metabolism in the arse,
but a full month!? That will for sure
send me back a lean, mean cycling machine!”
Wrong. I came back about three
pounds heavier than when I left. I
blamed it on cycling less than we’d planned (scary scary roads in Tasmania),
and eating more Australian licorice than I’d planned.
A few years later, and even more pounds in the upward
direction, Brent and I were off for a six-month tour in Europe. That’s right folks - SIX MONTHS. “Woo-hoo,” thinks I, “if Brent is right about
the three weeks thing, then a six month tour will surely send me back a lean,
mean cycling machine!” You can see where
this is going. Wrong. I came back about the same weight as when I
left, which was dreadfully high for my tiny frame. I had even planned for appropriate weight
management for the trip. I would rein in
my calories when we stopped riding, manage my caloric intake very carefully
when we got back to Canada, and I would blog about it, which would keep me on
the straight and narrow. Unfortunately,
we stopped cycling a full month before our trip was done, instead of cycling
right to the end as planned, and no, I didn’t do a very good job of reining in
my caloric intake for that last month.
When we got back, it was winter and I had crippling tennis elbow, so I
was not active enough, and I didn’t do a very good job of reining in my caloric
intake that winter either. My weight
increased more yet.
Two years later, we headed back for a month of touring in
Germany. I may not be a hard-core
super-fit anything, but “stubborn” I can do.
I’m determined this time to get some weight loss out of this tour. I joined a gym the November before, started
diligent calorie tracking, and started training for the tour, which would be
the following June. By the time of the
tour, my weight had come down and stabilized at about seven pounds lower than
my highest. I still had the pipe-dream
about coming back lighter than when I left (yes, “stubborn” I can do). True to Brent’s mantra, I seemed to have
gained weight for the first three weeks of the tour, which, let’s be honest,
was pretty much the whole trip (we didn’t ride for the last three days). But, hey, I dialed back my calories for those
three days, and have been tightly managing my calories since we got back two
weeks ago. I’m staying good and active
(it’s summer this time), and my weight is drifting down slowly. I came back at about the same weight as I
left, but that includes some extra muscle (so, I guess, some fat gone), and the
weight is drifting down.
Hope springs eternal.
And if it doesn’t work out this time, well, there’s always France in
2019. You know, because the meals and
portion sizes in France are healthier than in Germany…