wafflycat w*a*ff£y£cat*@£btco*nn£ect.com said:Well, it was only 17 miles, but it felt good!
I went out for my first ride of the year yesterday. I was a little
apprehensive since what with moving and Chrimble I haven't done much
riding for several weeks now (although I've been going swimming in a
vain attempt to maintain what little fitness I have).
The ride wasn't too bad, although it's a fair bit hillier here than on
the flat banks of the Humber, but I managed to get lost down a muddy
track in Calke and by the time I realised my mistake, the only thing for
it was to press on, since going back would have been even worse. I
carried poor Perdita up steps and across bridges, pushed her up muddy
inclines and persuaded her that she *didn't* want to eat her own chain,
no really, she didn't.
By the time I got back on to the Calke Abbey estate road that I'd
already ridden down once, I was utterly knackered, mud spattered and
brambled. Conclusion: Cyclocross is no doubt a noble sport, but really
not to be undertaken on a recumbent trike...
I think I saw a goldcrest though.
After that, the climbs were painful, but bearable in light of the fact
that every pedal-stroke got me nearer to the nice warm bath that was
calling me.
One very whizzy descent on the way back made me glad I hadn't gone the
other way round the circuit, but even though I was doing 30mph at the
bottom, I was still slowed to a crawl by the time I reached the top of
the next incline. Bah.
There were only 10 miles on the computer when I got home, but what with
the offroading and the unaccustomed hills it felt like considerably
more. I shall attempt the same trip again sometime soon, and this time,
instead of poddling through the woods like a nit, I shall go and visit
the Garden Centre which lies about a mile in the opposite direction and
test the quality of its Tea Shop.
--
Carol
"Reality is almost always wrong" - Dr Greg House, House M.D.