Last week and weekend my Grandad, Ollie and Myself got the turbo bike and the Ribble (and Ollie’s summer bike) back into a maintained condition. Working and clean, I was able to go on my first ride last weekend. We live on a long road which goes through several villages, so I rode to each end of our road – 10 miles. It was brilliant.
Today I went on my second ride, this time a 13 mile loop with some minor hills.
Whilst I was out, I was thinking about the things I missed, the things I hadn’t missed, and how things had changed.
What I missed:
- My bike
- The countryside
- Exploring our new area
- Wind (!)
- Hills (!!)
- Going fast
- Someone came past me today, and it really made me speed up, despite me not having any chance of catching him up.
- That tired ‘after exercise’ feeling
- I’ve been exhausted for two months, but this feels different, and much better.
What I didn’t miss:
- Always forgetting something and having to go back
- On my first ride I had to unlock the house and outhouse in order to go back for my helmet. So annoying!
- Time Constraints
- Scar tissue
- Not fitting into some of my kit
- A new baseline of pretty much no muscle at all
- I am almost certainly more unfit now, than when I first started cycling. It was really unclear as to how much weight I put on over the last 11 months; the figure on the scales wasn’t increasing much, and I assume that’s because I was losing muscle. So the scales couldn’t really tell me how much weight I had gained due to the pregnancy. So now, as I gain muscle, I expect to be the heaviest I’ve ever been, alone that is.
- No cycling partner
- Ol has to stay at home with the little one
- We live miles away from everyone else now
- I wouldn’t be able to keep up with anyone anyway
- A reason to rush home
The kit which does fit is currently in the laundry in case I get an opportunity to go out again tomorrow.