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Biking vs. Bikram

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“What was I thinking?!” 

A while ago – I came up with the hair brained idea that my parents, brother and I should bike 25 miles along the coast of New Jersey on behalf of the National MS Foundation, which is an amazing charity that funds research, programs and support for people and families effected by MS. 

While MS Research is a cause very near and dear to our hearts, biking 25 miles is not. 

My parents have been riding semi-regularly for over the last year or so – each of them purchasing their own bikes and fancy-schmancy bike bags. But “riding” is a relative term – they’re casual riders; we’re talking 10 mile rides, around 14 miles per hour, with lots of photo opportunities. 

I don’t ride. 

I take that back – I do own an 80lb mountain bike that I take out occasionally to ride to the bank or the train station… both of which are about 1 mile from my apartment. 

Nevertheless – we decided that 1 week after my dad’s 60th birthday – we’d do this ride. 

GO TEAM! 

With the generous donations of family and friends, we raised over $600 MS, and packed up our bags on Friday to head to Monmouth, NJ. Before I left, my biker-boss (who has ridden almost 500 miles since January) asked; 

Him: Do you have bike gloves?

Me: … nope… 

Him: Do you have bike shorts? 

Me:… … nope…. 
Him: Do you at least have a padded bike seat?! 

Me:….. …….

Probably should have at least invested in that one. 

Saturday dawned cloudy and cool – making me long for my 105 degree sweat lodge in New York.  Like the troopers we convinced ourselves we were, we took off at 9am amongst a pack of enthusiastic riders along the Jersey shore. 

Beautiful houses and stretches of beaches were calling to me as I churned my sweating legs up and down and up and down and OMG WHY AM I RIDING A MOUNTAIN BIKE?!

I kid. 

The 25 miles was relatively flat – and the halfway mark offered fresh fruit, power bars and water to refuel for the ride home. 

Biking is sort of like running – (or so I’m told) – you sort of get into a “groove”, and just keep going. Read: the soreness doesn’t kick in until later. 

And yes – we all got medals 🙂 

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I had warned my Bikram studio not to expect much from me on Sunday – I told them I was biking, and they told me I was crazy. 

They were right. 

My tush was screaming, the inside of my left thing felt like a crusty rubber band and I was chugging coconut water like it was my life blood. 

I made it through the class – sweating like a nut, and yes, for the first time in a long time, sitting out Tulandasana and second set of Triangle. 

Totally worth it and all that – but if I had to pick – 

Biking: 1 

Bikram: 0 

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Author: asabilia

A 20-something outside of NYC - my mantra - "eat without violence...cheaply"

2 thoughts on “Biking vs. Bikram

  1. We could never have done it without you. Thanks for being part of this wonderful event and we will start planning for next year.

  2. Love all of you sooo much for doing this. !!!! I would’ve been along side of all of you if I could !!!! Xoxo. Thanks again soo much. Love you all.

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