They say that
during the Tour de France those guys eat something like 7,000 calories a
day. (each!) That’s one thing cyclists can do is eat. My first exposure to a serious recreational
cyclist was a guy I used to work with.
Now, often people will bring their lunch to work. And sometimes they’ll also bring a snack or
two. But it wasn’t unusual to see this
guy eating a plate of spaghetti at about 10:00 in the morning. “Eating your lunch early today, huh?” “Lunch?
This is just a snack. My lunch is
over there,” he’d say, pointing to a bag with 3 more generous servings of
something or other in it. And it’s not
just after the ride—check out the rest stops on a century ride sometime and
you’ll see some guys going through peanut butter & jelly sandwiches by the
stack.
And make no
mistake about it, sports nutrition companies are very well aware of this. There are on-line retail stores just full of
different kinds of energy bars, gels, gummies, and drinks. There are products specifically designed for
pre-ride nutrition and other products for post-ride recovery. There are products to use during long rides
and other products for short rides, products designed to be used during
training, and others to be used during racing.
And flavors? It’s not just
chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry anymore.
No, now there’s everything from Latte Explosion to Banana Peanut Caramel
Macadamia Mango Fusion.
But not all
cyclists buy into the high tech sports nutrition products. We were on a ride recently where at a rest
stop a guy pulled out something wrapped up in aluminum foil. He opened it up and took a bite out of some
lump of something in there; I couldn’t help but ask him what it was… “It’s a beet.” “A beet,” I asked, thinking that something so
unusual deserved more than a 2-word response.
“A beet,” he repeated matter-of-factly, as if to say, “What, haven’t you
ever seen a guy pull a beet out of his pocket before?” Ok, so who am I to question a nice boiled
beet on a bike ride?
On another
ride Brenda saw a girl eating something that was about the size of a golf ball,
had a dark outside, and an intense purple inside. She figured it was a chocolate-covered
blueberry something, but when she asked about it the girl said, “It’s a potato…
a blue potato. Want one?” (It tasted just like an ordinary white
potato.)
No comments:
Post a Comment