Saturday, June 23, 2012
It's just a number, and as a metric to performance means very little in my opinion*. If you mess around over at Analytic Cycling you'll see a couple pounds this way or that isn't going to make that much difference. If I were really hung up on weight I'd probably sacrifice ride quality and ride a different frame.
But there is a psychological boost. Ego epo.
Historically when I weigh 135-137 pounds I race well.
Usually I'll be in that range from Mid May to December (I don't always race well from May-Dec). Then the holidays come, and the opportunities to ride become scarcer and I'll put on my Winter weight. Around April I'll start freaking out that I'm still a few pounds over race weight, but not enough to limit the calories I'm shoving down my pie hole.
So this morning on the eve of a race with some climbing, being on the lower end of the race weight range is a happy thing.
Ironically as I began to type this there was a story about women in their 50s with eating disorders.
*Within reason, I'm talking about a pound or few, not a stone's weight.