Boris Bajic
Guest
I went for a quick blat up into the hills this morning. Wow! Half way up I felt like a very sweaty suet pudding and at the top of the first climb I was a breathless, aching, sweaty suet pudding.
What an extraordinarily hot, sunny day! But... I'm now walking occasionally past the TdF on the telly as I get on with general household tasks and I'm feeling a wimp for even daring to sweat this morning.
Lessons learned:
1. Middle age has set in. Fitness and strength are both now rearguard actions.
2. I'm increasingly sure that people who close-pass me on 45mph descents believe they are showing exemplary road manners. I had it today on a straight, open, single-carriageway A-Road against oncoming traffic. The passer barely put his offside tyres across the centre line. He was the head of a short line of cars, which all played follow-my-leader and passed as he did. I was scared. They weren't being intimidatory, but the effect was chilling.
3. I think the fear thing is not unconnected with the setting-in of middle age.
But really... What a beautiful day for a ride!
What an extraordinarily hot, sunny day! But... I'm now walking occasionally past the TdF on the telly as I get on with general household tasks and I'm feeling a wimp for even daring to sweat this morning.
Lessons learned:
1. Middle age has set in. Fitness and strength are both now rearguard actions.
2. I'm increasingly sure that people who close-pass me on 45mph descents believe they are showing exemplary road manners. I had it today on a straight, open, single-carriageway A-Road against oncoming traffic. The passer barely put his offside tyres across the centre line. He was the head of a short line of cars, which all played follow-my-leader and passed as he did. I was scared. They weren't being intimidatory, but the effect was chilling.
3. I think the fear thing is not unconnected with the setting-in of middle age.
But really... What a beautiful day for a ride!
