We often have different ideas on what counts as fun or relaxing (he considers jumping off a platform and swinging around horrifying!) but, convinced that a couple that sweats together stays together, I persuaded him to get bikes for Christmas. Of course the weather has been abysmal since then – I've only managed to drag him out for a quick trip for food - so when we arrived in dark and soggy Dorset I was pretty gutted that we may still not get to use them. But, right on cue, the weather brightened the next day.
|A couple that sweats together, stays together.|
|Armed with my new safety knowledge, I won't be flying over these!|
Until we hit a 'real' hill. The only word I could muster was "knees" as my companion disappeared up the slope and my progress almost came to a holt. I'd like to think my legs struggled because I've been injured for so long but I get the sneaky suspicion that actually my legs were never conditioned for this. My muscles burned as stubbornness to not give in pushed me up the hill. Then, at last, the top! Relief! ...Until the next hill, that is. And there were a lot of them! My trusty app tells me that on our two rides during our holiday we tackled overall elevations of 344ft and 399ft. So, although we only travelled 15 miles overall, I think that's pretty good considering I haven't ridden a bike since I was 14!
|Our route on day two|
IN OTHER NEWS...
It's under five weeks until race day and I still haven't been able to run. That is unless chasing my 3 year-old nephew 10 metres towards a road to retrieve him counts? In that case, it felt good! Oh, and not forgetting the mini victory gallop I did to celebrate good bike ride weather. I also escaped Alcatraz and swam Mount Everest! That is all.
|I also swam from Alcatraz to the San Francisco Bay!|