Had the bike out today for the first time in about 7 years. Ten miles, straight off the bat.
Well, 'straight off the bat' makes it sound quite impressive which, I suppose, it is. But for the fact that I almost had about three coronaries in the first 20 minutes, felt like coughing up both lungs on numerous occasions - if it is actually possible to cough up a lung, probably not - and I had more rest stops than I was able to count. But, I managed it.
A hard five miles in I needed to stop for a drink having rapidly absorbed what I thought would have been a plentiful supply of water I'd brought along, but the shops in the village I'd reached were closed. So, I had two options; get off the bike and lie down on the grass verge and allow myself to die a slow, painful death or, more optimistically, I could just have a pint of lager shandy in the conveniently open village pub to set me up for the return journey.
Pub it was.
List of things that are now sore:
Back, legs, feet, hands, wrists, fingers, back, arse, back. Did I say my back was sore?
Well, 'straight off the bat' makes it sound quite impressive which, I suppose, it is. But for the fact that I almost had about three coronaries in the first 20 minutes, felt like coughing up both lungs on numerous occasions - if it is actually possible to cough up a lung, probably not - and I had more rest stops than I was able to count. But, I managed it.
A hard five miles in I needed to stop for a drink having rapidly absorbed what I thought would have been a plentiful supply of water I'd brought along, but the shops in the village I'd reached were closed. So, I had two options; get off the bike and lie down on the grass verge and allow myself to die a slow, painful death or, more optimistically, I could just have a pint of lager shandy in the conveniently open village pub to set me up for the return journey.
Pub it was.
List of things that are now sore:
Back, legs, feet, hands, wrists, fingers, back, arse, back. Did I say my back was sore?