1st March 2014. The 1st day of Spring.
I beat the sun up (not physically!). Not quite the crack of dawn, but early enough for a good morning ride. Excited!
The clear, crisp morning promised an enjoyable outing on my bike. The lack of wind was almost more than I could have hoped for!
I managed my longest ride to date; just under 40 miles. I did more climbing than ever before, I even tackled what I would describe as a “proper” hill. I also spent over 2.5 hours in the saddle for the first time.
The new route featured some beautiful countryside. Spring was definitely in the air. Scotland’s a fantastic place to be on days like today!
Overall, I feel much better about the challenges I have in store for the Summer after today’s outing. I even enjoyed the climbs. I feel like I’m getting stronger all the time. At no point did I feel like I was struggling or over-exerting myself. Being able to get outside regularly should continue to make a huge difference.
There was one first from today that I don’t want to make a habit of though…
I was about 35km into my ride, in a world of my own, keeping up a nice cadence, not pushing too hard, when out of the blue, another cyclist appeared… from behind! He just appeared. No advance notice. He was just there, and then he started to disappear down the road in front of me. How rude!
He passed me with a friendly “Morning!”. Once I had composed myself (I really was in a world of my own), I responded with a polite “Morning!” and followed up with “Of course, I would join you, but I recently had a Heart Attack.” I may have spoken a little too quietly to bridge the (fast expanding) distance between us. He continued on his merry way. Humiliating.
To be honest, I was tempted to try and stick with him for a couple of seconds, but I managed to swallow my pride and let him go. I suspect as I spend more time out and about it’s something I’m going to have to get used to, but don’t ever expect me to be happy about it!