Pre-baby, Strava was a key feature in my cycling. It was a huge motivator for me and we definitely lived by the rule “if it’s not on Strava it didn’t happen”.
In fact, on attempting Buttertubs Pass, I realised that I hadn’t restarted my Garmin and I went back to the bottom and started again. And on the return from rides uploading my ride was priority over shower, bike cleaning, eating… Even if I was half conscious on the floor, through effort, my computer was down there with me.
And once I’d upgraded my Garmin, it was linked to my phone and rides uploaded themselves.
But, as with many aspects of life, it’s been all change. Yesterday I went for a ride (more of a commute actually) and I tried quite hard, but it’s yet to find its way on to Strava. I changed phone, and there’s not been the time to set up the connection.
My previous ride took over a week to upload! And on occasion, I’ve been so excited to go out that I’ve either forgotten my Garmin or forgotten to press start!
The majority of my rides now either don’t happen, or ‘didn’t happen’!!
This week I tried to get into some pre-pregnancy jeans.
I think I might have tried them on a couple of weeks post-partum, at which point they didn’t fit and I shouldn’t have expected them to.
Now though, they fit perfectly.
“Brilliant!” you might think. “Welldone” you might say; in fact some did.
But, this is bittersweet, because while it is nice that my waist has returned to normal, my leg muscles have not. 16 months ago these jeans did not fit, because for a short time, I was quite fit and had leg muscles, which meant I grew out of my jeans!
Oh well, at least I don’t need to buy a new pair of jeans. 😁
It’s been ten months since I wrote my last post!
After Vätternrundan and my last post, I planned to take some time to decide what to write about next; but I didn’t intend to take quite this long. The weekend after Vätternrundan I thought I had found my new topic; cycling in pregnancy!
Yes, it turns out that I was cycling for two during those 200 miles.
However, cycling whilst pregnant is just too scary. There’s the ‘not getting too hot’, the ‘not raising your heart rate too high’ and then there’s the crazy drivers, the pot-holes and the cleats. All-in-all, I was too scared to ride.
We took our annual trip to France to see Le Tour, and I did some short rides and even climbed some hills but generally I left the cycling to the boys whilst I read books and chilled out.
My bike hasn’t been out since then.
I did some short turbo sessions – fairly pathetic efforts really. But time was also against us – our house renovation was taking longer than planned. So exercise time was limited.
We are now in our house (no it isn’t finished – I’m told that they never are) and we have our little boy. So, the next challenge is starting all over again and fitting it in!
We’ve (Ollie has) driven 790 miles, taken two ferries, eaten three pizzas (plus chocolate, fries, crisps..a healthy car diet) and driven across the famous bridge from Denmark to Sweden (which cost us in excess of £30). We’ve had our last nights sleep before the big event and we’re enjoying breakfast before getting going. We have another 3-4 hours of driving to get us to Motala.
The weather last night and this morning was perfect cycling weather; not too hot, not too cold, no wind and no rain. Tonight’s forecast is rain, and wind.
P.s. I mean Ollie did the driving, not that he ate three pizzas, chocolate, fries etc. He had help with that.
It’s 10 days since I last went on my bike. I did a solo century. It was grim and my neck was in agony for days after, in fact I’m still having trouble with it, but much improved.
On the plus side my new shorts were great.
It certainly wasn’t the confidence boost I’d hoped for though and I’ve not even been slightly tempted to get on my bike since!
The jury is out on whether I will ride, if I do I honestly expect to give into the broom wagon but will of course give it my best, I’m just not over-doing it.
So, we’re on our way to the ferry (our accommodation for the night), the sea sickness tablets are packed ready! Hopefully a nice smooth trip so we can get some sleep ready for a 12 hour car journey tomorrow!
The weather forecast in Sweden is wet and windy (basically the stormy weather here is moving north)
More updates when I can.
Only 15 days to go.
Underprepared is one word for it! We haven’t even changed the car details for the ferry.
Last week, with less than 3 weeks to go and against all sensible advice, I changed my saddle. And then I changed it back and returned the new one. Now I have four pairs of bib shorts on their way, due to arrive tonight. One of them HAS to make my riding more comfortable. The lucky pair will have a shock introduction into the world of being worn and washed, because I have 14 days to wear them in.
“You want the washing machine?” … “Tough, it’s booked out to my bib shorts”
I’m kinda glad that all the motivational and preparation videos for the event are in Swedish – I don’t understand them and therefore it’s not real.
Father Grandbeing seems to think it’s achievable though, so I’m not worried.
Comfy shorts, fresh legs…I’ll probably win actually.
Several months ago, Father-Grandbeing suggested that we should start our training for Vatternrundan in May. It didn’t seem enough time, to me, but the year ran away with me – May arrived and I hadn’t really done any training. So taking his advice, I have been trying to get a few more miles in – on the two days that I went to work this week I cycled to (5 miles) and home (15 miles) from work.
Currently anything over 10 miles seems difficult, particularly on my Giant (Winter bike), so when at the 10 (out of 12) mile point this evening Ollie said “Well that’s one eighteenth of Vatternrundan we’ve just done – that’s okay isn’t it”. Noooo, no it isn’t okay, it’s hard and I can’t do it 17 more times in one go!!
Got to sleep – up early for a 30 miler. Looking forward to riding the Ribble on Sunday!