Yay, after writing my last post, I gained some much needed motivation to get my lazy butt back onto the saddle. No sooner as I published it, I ran upstairs, got into my cycling kit and rode to meet Mikey from work. The weather was pretty dull but the suprise pressie that arrived that afternoon also gave me an extra incentive to ride; a smashing new longsleeved Craft base layer. Thanks Mikey! It is just what I needed - It's far too warm and muggy to wear a coat but just too windy to go out with bare arms. As always the wind was evil - a headwind all the way to Penzance, but thankfully that meant I would get a little help on the way back home (Which is predominantly uphill). That first ride was quite enjoyable and gave me 12.1 miles on the clock - a nice start to my target.
Wish the same could have been said about the next ride. Fridays weather was miserable. It was cold and very wet and need I tell you how windy it was? It was painful - the wind felt more brutal than ever with the icy rain feeling like hail hitting you in the face. I couldn't believe it was the first day of summer. There was a low sea mist everywhere and limited visibility, making it feel like the middle of winter. Awww well, I somehow made it; soaked to the bone and cold to my core, but happy to add 11 miles on to my total.
Saturdays ride was much more bearable. The only problem was my only pair of three quater length tights were still wet. The weather wasn't quite as miserable as the previous few days but I needed some knee coverage as that Cornish wind was still cold and strong. Hehehe... with Mikey at work, I borrowed his knee warmers and then set off to meet him. 11.5 miles added.
As for todays ride, with the temperature soaring to 28degrees out came the flesh; shortsleeves and shorts. I dont think I've exposed so much flesh since back in France. Phewph! It was hot hot hot! Of course the wind was strong, but with the heat it was much appreciated. It was a really enjoable ride and I even pushed myself to do a hill I had always avoided before. Since my rediscovery I have pretty much said NO every time Michael suggested it, but today I shocked him by suggesting I try it. I knew I wouldn't be able to do it in one go, but there's no harm in stopping half way up for a breath or two. Unfortunaly, I was about a third of the way up when a car spooked me (The road is a tight country lane so there was little room for it to pass) and with its engine revving nehind me - as it was struggling up the now 12% hill - I basically threw myself into the hedgerow. After a quick drink I set back off. Mikey was practically near the top (obviously he isn't intimidated by cars)
With about 100metres to go, the road reared up even more - to 17%. I tried to keep pushing but I was getting so slow - I was going to fall off or start rolling backwards. Damn! I had to put my foot down. I was gutted. This was the first hill to defeat me in a long time - Mainly due to my avoidance of anything to this scale. I really wish I could have continued as trying to start agin was torture - I kept trying to mount my bike, but the climb was too steep and I just couldnt get any momentum going. I was zigzagging across the road just trying to get back onto the saddle and my feet on the pedals. After a few failed attempts I finally managed to gain some momentum and get going again. Eek! In less than 0.5km we had climbed 50m. I was broken at the top but this was where the fun started...... weeeeeeeeee.... I was back at the bottom, in a fraction of the time it had taken to climb! A few more climbs and we got home with 15.4 miles on the clock.
So, for those of you that didn't do the maths, despite my lack of interest during the first half of the week I met my weekly target and now I have refound my mojo.