My cycling exploits being as non-competitive as they are, a simple white T will suffice, to be peeled off and tossed in the laundry as soon as I get home.
Another short ride today. Something I learned from yesterday’s ride: getting a bike fitted can’t be undersold. I found I had a much easier time after I raised my seat a couple of inches. Of course this means when I stop, I have to keep my toes en pointe, but it makes all the difference to the riding experience.
I still may need a couple more inches of lift . . . . I find myself scooting back to get more leg extension.
Even with as little riding as I am doing, I feel better each time, and can do more each time. Keeping my pulse out of triple digits would be nice (my resting pulse is about 60), but that should come.
Of course, for real cycling fans, you’d better head over here.