Bike Ride Anyone?

A thesis could be written on the rigours of the Tour de France, but Poljanski’s photo, showing legs riven with veins that look poised to burst and skin frazzled by the sun, says it all.

“After sixteen stages I think my legs look little tired,” the cyclist wrote on Instagram alongside the picture.

Dr Bradley Launikonis, from the University of Queensland’s School of Biomedical Science, explained what happens to the legs during long-distance cycling. “The amount of blood that we get normally going down to our legs is five litres per minute, for anyone at rest. For an untrained athlete, their maximum exercise will have 20 litres per minute flowing through the muscles.”

The 27-year-old Polish cyclist, who rides for Bora–Hansgrohe, is currently 75th in the general classification, after finishing 66th in the 16th stage between Le Puy-en-Velay and Romans-sur-Isere.

~ Chris Graham, ‘That can’t be healthy’: Polish cyclist Pawel Poljanski’s photo reveals the ravages of Tour de France (The Guardian, July 19, 2017)


Source: Photo – Pawel Poljanski via Your Eyes Blaze Out. Quote: The Guardian:

5:00 PM Bell!


Let’s just say Wow.

“Suddenly, I spotted a white ostrich on my left, then this beast jumped on the road from the right and started chasing my friends! The ostrich didn’t have any problem to keep up at 50km/h.”

T.G.I.F.: Hopp Hopp Herr Schmidt

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Source: Olly A (via Mennyfox55)

Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration: Our Killer

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I share exercise inspirations on Saturday mornings to get me off the couch and out the door. This share by Steve Layman may be the most powerful story and research that I’ve read on this topic.  A few excerpts…

The story starts with a Phil Bruno “super-sizing again…He was only a mile from his house, where his wife, Susan, was cooking the usual big Italian dinner for their family of five, but he was hungry now. The urge was automatic…Ten minutes later, with a bag of burgers steaming on the seat beside him, he pulled into a McDonald’s and ordered a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, an apple pie, and a chocolate shake to wash it all down…Phil had always loved food, which was part of the fabric of his tight-knit Sicilian-American family: Grandma and her lasagna were right down the street. But he’d been athletic in his youth, playing high school football and carrying a robust but reasonable 215 pounds on a six-foot-three-inch frame. Then, in his mid-twenties, he’d stopped working out, as many of us do when life starts to chew up our time. Over the years, his regular meals and high-calorie bingeing had turned him into a physical and emotional wreck. His joints ached whenever he used the stairs, his heart hammered, and he was possessed by a strange, burning thirst that no amount of ice water could quench. “I was 47 years old,” he says, “but I felt like I was 80.” [Read more…]

Saturday Morning: Let’s Ride (Again)

45 seconds of work-out inspiration.  “Escape” with me to the west coast of British Columbia. Spectacular shots.   (Courtesy share by DK, unpaid extension of the British Columbia tourist bureau.)


Source: GrindTV.  Related Posts: Saturday Morning: Let’s Ride

Saturday Morning: Let’s Ride

For our Saturday morning work-out inspiration series, here’s two minutes of bike riding in the Selkirk Mountains above Revelstoke, British Columbia.  (Yes, I’m encouraging an alternative reality.  Childhood memories – 4 hours from my home town.  It’s summer.  Taking in clean mountain air.)  Enjoy!

Kona House of the Big Wheel 3 from Kona Bikes on Vimeo.


Source: GrindTV

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Think I’ll go for a ride…

I’m jumping the gun on my Saturday morning work-out inspiration clip – but this morning feels like a bike ride.  This music video was instant inspiration for me and brought back childhood memories.  Thank you Rob Firchau for sharing.  Enjoy…

Think I’ll go for a ride…take the bike out of the shed…make a fresh start…when the head spins…there is no joy…put me on the saddle…and I’m a little boy…a little boy on a mission…we’re like Fred and Ginger…when the’re doing their dance…to the sound of rubber…out on the old bog road…I’m as free as a bird…It helps me remember…How good it used to be…feeling like a king…the bike, the road, and me…You hope the skies don’t open…when home is many miles…you think your’e just cruising…life is flowing along…a fall or a puncture…anything can go wrong…you’re vulnerable…at the mercy of the wind…with every hill you climb…you begin and begin and begin…with the freedom of the road…summer evenings on the road…the cool breeze in my hair…poetry in motion…on two wheels in Kildare…”



Source: Thank you The Hammock Papers.

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