Bike Shorts Are A Cruel Joke
Guys with buns of steel or quads for days might not think so (isn’t that right, Katz?), but I’m not one of those lucky men. I suppose some people must look good in them, right? They were invented for function over style, of course, but I still feel a little foolish and self-conscious pulling them on every time I prep for a training ride.
Yup, I’m going to talk more about LifeCycle and Team Instinct’s training for the 545-mile ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles to raise money to help those living with HIV/AIDS. My hope is that I’ll implore you to offer what you can to help us help the L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center and the San Francisco AIDS Foundation and contribute to the cause.
Some on Team Instinct have been training since last year’s hectic holiday season. I’ve, well, taken my time to get in the saddle. But I can say I have a solid two months under my belt now. Laps around the Rose Bowl in Pasadena; intense spin classes at a variety of gyms in and around Los Angeles (hell, you don’t want to get bored, right?); and of course, there’s that day my dog insisted I step up my game.
One evening after a long day at the office putting together this very magazine you hold so dear (you do, right?), I was walking my beloved and spoiled pup, pondering how I was going to find more time to get my ass on a bike to prepare myself for 500-plus miles of pedaling. It was then that I stumbled—quite literally stumbled—upon a stationary bike sitting on the sidewalk of a city street in Los Angeles. My dog ran around a corner from our home to find his favorite pee spot—and there it was. Right there. We literally ran into it and, yup, Brody christened what would soon be a new fixture in our living room.
Someone had clearly left it there for Brody to find. There was a book shelf, and a TV stand, too, but I only took the bike—I had no more time for reading or DVR-ing when there was training to be done! It was time get serious about cycling. So I took the bike home. Step one.
The next day I dusted it off and wiped it down. On the third day I Windex-ed it. By the fifth day, the weekend, I decided it would have probably been enough just to dust it off and get going with the pedaling already and quit the procrastinating. After all, Brody was watching me.
Now I ride it every morning for 30 minutes at least three times a week—on top of my normal gym schedule (okay, erratic gym schedule). It’s part of my routine now and I’m learning to live it, if not love it. Biking 10 miles here or 30 miles there, or the occasional century ride (100 miles, people!) for practice during the weekends leaves me exhausted but inspired. And that I do love. I’m inspired by the men and women who are giving their time to participate in what will surely be one of the most amazing events of our lives.
And I’m grateful to all of you who have offered up a pledge to this cause. We’ve got a great group together for Team Instinct and I’m proud of each and every one of them. Here are some of smiling at our first unofficial gathering to talk about (and toast—we had to have wine) what we could expect on the road come June. Apparently I didn’t get the memo that we were supposed to dress in black and shades of gray. (You can see more of Team Instinct on pg. 19 of the May Issue—first picture in the fourth row—even though there are still a few team members missing.)
If you want to help us raise some money, we’ll keep asking. Please visit tofighthiv.org/goto/teaminstinctdonation. Or just go to instinctmagazine.com and click on the Team Instinct banners. These will take you directly to the donation page, and remember, no amount in too small.
Let’s make this disease history.
And I’ll keep training. At least I don’t have to wear bike shorts in my living room...because Brody is watching me while I ride.