How do you get your head around the idea of being able to cycle 1800 miles in 10 days? It's quite simple - you dont! You can't really. You can get your head around the idea of a long ride, and even several long rides. But one single ride from the bottom to the top of the country and back again? That's a lot to process. Especially when you don't have a great track record time wise.
It's been a funny 7 days. A week that's been very up and down.... There's something magical about riding into the night. I've often said that I adore night riding. In fact it's the perfect time of day to ride solo. The magic of the night doesn't require company
As someone who has tended to lack a certain amount of self confidence in her abilities on a bike, I now barely recognise the person that I am becoming. If you’ve followed my blog, you might be a bit surprised by this. So let me explain myself. What I do possess is a ballsy determination.....
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be good at something. When I say good I mean really good. I've wondered what it would be like to be one of life's winners, as that's never been me.
Unless you've had your head in a bucket of sand, there's no escaping the current global situation. From a sporting perspective, most of this year's events have either been cancelled or postponed. There's still no guarantee that even the postponed events or those scheduled for later in the year will go ahead since we just don't know how any easing of restrictions will take effect, and whether groups that are part of the sporting experience will be permitted to gather. Whether you are a follower or a participant in your chosen sport, this is an uncertain time and that IS a certainty!
Now that's the gloomy news over, but I'm determined that this post today will be an upbeat and helpful one.
Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
Taking a glance at my book collection, it's not hard to understand why I feel compelled to travel all over the world with my bike. My reading material transports me to far flung places, and it's usually around this time of year, when the evenings are dark that I bury my nose deep into the next epic cycling adventure.
December 22nd is notable in my calendar for two reasons. First, it's my daughter Abi's birthday. Who knew 31 years ago that I would be doing the other notable thing, an overnight bike ride on the shortest day of the year and on a night where there were weather warnings galore?
Being a long distance cyclist was accepting that it was all I could become. Yes I could cycle a long way, and I loved to do this, but I felt I was deluding myself if I thought I could ever be even slightly competitive as a cyclist. Completing a long distance event in time, let alone a good time, was something that more capable & usually younger women did, not me. I would enter, because I liked the idea of a particular ride, and my aim was simply to complete it, hopefully in time.
So what’s change my perspective?