Been a while since I've been out on the bike. Well, I say 'a while', more like two years, really. Never rode it much in Reading because the only decent bike route from my house involved two miles over grass, which was just way too energy-sapping. Didn't ride it at all at Horton Heath because going out on those roads is taking your life in your hands. Here, though, there's no excuse. No traffic. No hills. No grass. (Well, no grass that can't be avoided, anyway.)
So, dug the bike out, dusted it down, oiled it up and took it out.
Managed a whole ten minutes before my thighs turned to useless jelly. I am so horribly out of shape. Actually my shape per se is fine, which is what's so deceptive. I don't look horribly unfit, but I am.
I'm going to attempt to get back into the routine I once kept of getting up, having breakfast, then going out for a ride before showering and starting my working day.
Wish me luck. It didn't last long then either.
Cruel and unusual punishment
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Well, Suw
Don't get your hopes up too high. I cycle an average of 60km per week and I am definitely not getting any thinner or fitter. My leg-muscles just grow more buff. Or maybe it is just me.
Keep cycling though!
Cwrdd,
Bram
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