jsirabella said:Hello All,
1) I went to Dallas this weekend for a convention and picked up a bicycling magazine for the ride and read about the article about efficiency and how it is the hot thing. The Polar CS600 does it besides watts and hrm. I like numbers because it is easy for me to follow. Is there anything to this new way of gauging how good you are and will it replace watts?
Real or just another way to waste your money on a new toy?
-js
2)I saw a couple posts of why people started training and saw your thoughs about entering crits KO. Family comes first!
I feel if I can make these watts happen or win a race than I can do other things. I find that the only way I can stick with something is if the reason keeps changing.
3)I see too many guys in the gym lifting weights and they look the same, lifting the same as they did years ago...makes no sense to me. So I guess vanity would be last...big ego boost for a 42 years old with gray hair when a girl comes up and asks me if I do triatholon or a quick smile when I get off the erg/spinner. I seem to get that more now...which is alot higher than never as it was before.
1) Personally, I think that Polar is too far invested in HRM to seriously just back step and admit that power is really the key figure. To me, their efficeincy guage smacks of gadgetry. But, I also think that is where the "rides lots" crowd does get advantage. I would think that efficency does have a strong correlation with hours on the bike, limited only by the caveat that lots of practicing in bad form perfects bad form. I still think that, all things being equal, and they never are equal, the rider with better FTP should outperform a less powerful rider.
2)Time and family are the factors. With four kids, and a 50 plus hour work week, (even allowing for the down time at work where I can screw around on the internet) carving aside much more than 9 hours a week to be on the bike is a tall order. If you are going to race safely in crits, then you do have to do your fair share of close paceline riding (unless you are just naturally a gifted and relaxed rider), and that only adds to the load because you are riding on the group's schedule not your own. And, most of the races are on weekends, which fill up very quickly once you have kids and their activities. I do miss competing but I think that I would have a hard time integrating formal races into my family life, at least until the kids are a bit older and more independent. So I have to find some way to make cycling "competitive" without competing in formal races. Believe me, I grew up with two brothers very close in age, and nothing didn't turn into a death struggle type of competition. Growing up, if I knew how often my older brother beat off, I would have done it three times as much and made it a competition. And literally, I am the crazy uncle that stages the annual pull up challenge at Easter every year. So, It is tough for me to just accept that it can't be all about my desire to "win" something at 42. The power meter has been a perfect solution to making the hours meaningful and competitive. For me, punishing my regular local riding buddies by blasting our regular two and a half hour hilly weekend ride into just under an 1:55 has to be enough.
3) I have the opposite problem. I tend to need to change things frequently and that may or may not be a disadvantage. I have been cycling and lifting regularly for almost 20 years, but in between there was the wrestling coach phase, the martial arts phase, and now I have been getting into all this gymnastics and bodyweight training. As my wife says, most guys go through a mid life crisis and they buy a porche, her husband has been getting circus equipment in the mail, (this was after my rings arrived that are hanging from my basement). And that only adds to the tradeoff. Trying to perfect a planche, muscle up, or front lever does nothing to make me a better cyclist. If you think fishing for compliments from a gym chick is pathetic, you haven't seen anything until you've seen a 42 year old man demonstrating a better way to press into a handstand to the local girls who take gymnastics. My wife and teenaged son nearly died from embarassment. But I can't stomach bad handstand form.