So I was out-of-town all day, and when I returned, about 20 minutes ago, there was a ginormous package on my doorstep. Brought it inside. Opened it.
I was quite surprised by the large diameter of the rollers, they are supposed to be ‘reduced’ radius, after all.
I discovered how easy it is to roll the rollers down the hall on one end.
That was fun.
Then I put them in my yoga/ballet/treadmill/bike storage room.
Look at them. Again.
I wonder which way the bike goes?
Hmm. Definitely looks like it would feel most secure if the rear wheel were between two rollers as opposed to one.
Run back to the living room and check the directions.
Yep. That’s right.
Okay, do I need to move any rollers to accomodate the wheelbase. I set the bike on the rollers; look again.
Makes the most sense to have each hub over a roller.
I run back to the living room again. Check directions.
Again.
Yep. That’s right.
I’m wearing Chaco trail shoes. Jeans. T-shirt. My ballet bar looks like a good plan. I have SPD-SL’s, so can probably manage in Chaco’s for the moment.
I put the bike on rollers, and realize it’s a bit higher than usual. I wonder if I’m allowed to stand on the frame to mount, then try to get on the bike without standing on the frame.
Not happening.
I carefully stand on the frame, and manage to get on the saddle –death-grip on one handlebar, reasonable grip on the ballet barre.
Hmmm. Bar. Barre.
It was meant to be.
I start pedaling, and think, it’s just like riding on ice.
But I’ve never ridden on ice.
My grip’s tighten. My posture is gone.
Then I realize: it’s probably better to do more than half a revolution at a time.
I speed up to about half a revolution per 2 seconds.
Faster. Now half a rev per one second.
Then I remember to do one rotation at a time, and slowly get a little faster.
Almost feels vaguely normal.
I try to correct my posture.
But I don’t remember actually taking my eyes away from the ginormous silver rollers. Not even for a moment.
Well, I did look at my arm on the ballet barre once or twice.
May have to try again.
How about…
Right now!
Already, I like them better than the stationary bicycle trainer.
Thank goodness.
