There is this hill. Now this is in Essex so you Welsh and Northern people wouldn't recognise it as a hill but to me it is a hill. Not a hill but a vertical wall. For two years I have been trying to pedal up it and everytime it has had me off walking the steep section in the middle. Yesterday, sun shining, nice new bike and I was mentally ready to do battle. I am convinced that the battle wasn't in my legs but in my mind. I couldn't believe it. I went straight up. Fair do's, I was in my granny gear, but I'm a grand dad so I am entitled to a grand dad gear. Anyway at aged almost 65 and 18 stone I was really chuffed at beating the hill. I was so in a celebratory mind that I came home via another steep climb.
Today I went out expecting to be very heavy legged after yesterdays efforts but from the off I felt good. I did an undulating, rather than hilly, 30 miler at a 13.8 mph average. Not fast by lots of riders standards but I was pleased with it. I have got to get a new saddle though. The Bontrager fitted on the bike is purgatory after 15/20 miles.
Today I went out expecting to be very heavy legged after yesterdays efforts but from the off I felt good. I did an undulating, rather than hilly, 30 miler at a 13.8 mph average. Not fast by lots of riders standards but I was pleased with it. I have got to get a new saddle though. The Bontrager fitted on the bike is purgatory after 15/20 miles.
