The sun was shining and there were very few clouds in sky so it looked perfect. I was eager, but no sooner as we turned the first corner to head up the first hill, we pretty much came to a halt. The wind was horrific! Argggh! The strong cold wind took all my breath away and my airways shrunk to practically nothing. Grrr! We hadn't even done a mile I couldn't give up! The only thing kept me going was sheer stubbornness. A quick change of plans... we'd stay local, as this weather could have serious implications on my asthma and I didn't want to be too far from home if the worst happened. Amazingly, we still managed 11miles. I'm really not sure how I managed to keep going as it was painful from start to finish, but I was pleased with what I achieved.
Thursday was an unplanned rest day. I'd planned to go riding after work, but I was too exhausted (that's the trouble with doing a full time job in part-time hours!). Ahhh well, there was always Friday, but when Friday rolled around, another stressful morning at work left me unmotivated. Sheer stubbornness again kicked in though, as I knew that I had to get out there. I needed to do my mileage plus I get really "twitchy" in the evenings, if I've not been out riding. So I got home and changed from uniform into my bike stuff.
I was unenthusiastic though. Obviously, I wanted to ride Ted, but I still hadn't done any rides on him without Mikey or my Mum for company, and I still feel slightly vulnerable riding him. Grrr... I wanted to ride Ted, but he doesn't have a computer so I wouldn't know how much I had done. Argh! Apathy started to set in again, but I then I hatched a plan! I would ride to meet Mikey from work, that way I would be able to accurately estimate my mileage.
The plan was confirmed with Mikey and I tried to push aside any doubts I had about riding alone down through Marazion, which is a narrow and notoriously busy stretch of road, where the traffic is bonkers and the pedestrians/tourists are even worse. Phewph! Somehow I made it! Now I had 3miles of bumpy coastal path to ride down. oooOOooo... where were my big knobbly tires when I needed them? Ouch! Suspension forks would have been a godsend here. Thank goodness, I had temporarily ruined Ted's lovely lines by adding a bell, as the sun had bought out the masses and at times it felt like a slalom.
I got to town quicker than expected so had 20 mins to kill so I decided to carry on up to the bike shop. Eek! The quietest way was up the a steep cobbled causeway/slipway. Ouch! Halfway up (and for the first time ever) I had to get off and push.
(Photo is deceptive... it IS very steep!)
I got to the shop to be greeted by a welcoming committee who were discussing stocking some bottom of the range Claude Butlers. The boss asked me my opinion, I frantically looked to Mikey for help.... Argh... what could I say? I attempted to say "oohh yeah, they look nice", but I am a rubbish liar and they all knew I was just trying to be polite. Thankfully, they soon realised the error of their ways when it was pointed out that someone who had just ridden in on a Yeti, would not see any appeal in a cheap budget bike. LOL!
Anyway, the ride home was great (although a tad scary descending that nasty cobbled hill/causeway)! We got home before dusk (which was good as I had no lights) and I was tired but chuffed. Yay! ... I had successfully done my first solo ride on Ted. Wooopeee! ... I had managed to get up that soddin' hill through Marazion - without having to stop to catch my breath.
Things were good!