Various things were threatening to prevent me. My back has been very sore for the last few days, the garage where the bikes are stored is an absolute tip, the bike might not work.
So I got dressed in cycling stuff, then went to try and sort out which bike I could take.
- Commuting and trail bike. Still got my winter spiked tyres on.
- My "good" bike, chain is seized up and rusty (oh, the shame of it)
The chain on this bike normally gets a squirt of oil every time I put it away, so it was still moving. A short bit of work with some baby wipes and a can of GT-85 and it was running lovely.
Start strava, and out I go.
Down the hill from home to the trail (which is the route of an old railway line) and off. Steady cycling, it was a lovely day. I made it to the first town on the trail, where the trail joins with a canal. I decided to cycle along there for a bit as well, as it felt too early to head for home just yet.
The canal trail was nice as well, a bit busier. Some narrow parts and you have to look out for dog walkers, joggers etc. Saw a Heron, and a few boats using the locks which was nice.
Checked my distance and I'd done 14.6 km. Had a banana and a bit of a drink, decided to go slightly further so that I'd have over 30km when I got home.
Did that, turned around and headed back the same way.
Back to the start of the canal, and then back along the old railway line trail. Getting pretty tired now. Stopped for another banana.
Rode back to the start of the trail, and then just the big hill to home. That was really hard work. In bottom gear, twiddling away, just made it without walking.
Just over 30km, just over 2 hours. Arse like chopped mince. Bring on the bum cream.
Feels good though, looking forward to going back out again when my arse has some more skin on it.
[EDIT Thurs 31 Aug] An hour on the eliptical last night. Distance read as "6.73", so lets see if I can improve on that next time I use it.
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