Maybe not back in town but in the right state at least. For those I haven't bored to tears about it, I was pretty crook by the time I finished the GSR and I've been going to bed early, taking things easy and being a good boy to try and get better. It's been a long, slow road and my patience is wearing thin.
I've finally started getting a few good kilometres under my wheels again but it never ceases to amaze me how much a long ride knocks me around. Mix it with a prolonged illness and the effect is huge. The main thing is that I'm enjoying riding at the moment. Last week I rode home into a 50+kph head wind at about 20kph with a grin a mile wide on my face. I'll be buggered if I'm going to let a lousy headwind spoil my day.
This Saturday I rode 160km with Steve and had a great time. My speed was lousy, my legs felt like rubber and I couldn't sustain any kind of pace. Again, I wasn't going to let woosie legs spoil a beautiful day. We pedalled around between Tooborac, Lancefield and Kyneton did a quick run up Mt Macedon the easy way and back to Toob. We managed to get lost a couple of times and it was nice to just let go of worrying about the route, the pace or where we'd wind up. I could just blame Steve for forgetting the map even though I had my iPhone with a GPS and Google Maps in my pocket, it seemed much more important to be riding that to know where we were going.
The photo above is heading towards Mt Macedon with Hanging Rock in the middle distance under a pure blue sky. Steve, as always managed to make me laugh much more than worry about how my legs were feeling.
Yesterday, of course rather than rest to recover from my first longish ride for a while, I drenched a couple of hundred sheep, sheared a couple that were getting fly-blown, marked the last few remaining lambs and killed a couple for the fridge with my father-in-law. As a result, my ride to work this morning, into the wind, was a killer. I just had nothing. By contrast, the trip home was a ripper. A beautiful warm afternoon, tail wind and nothing to do but pedal. It still wasn't anything like good work but it really felt great to be out there on my bike.
Things aren't working right at all at the moment but it's just great to be riding my bike.
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Agreed. I don't think I've ever regretted taking a bike ride--no matter how unmotivated or crook I've felt at the start. Somehow you always feel better afterward.
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