Andrew_Culture
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Mine was this cold January ride in Dorset; I hadn't ridden for a few months because I'd just become a parent for the first time but assumed (stupidly) that I'd still be reasonably fit. My brother in law wanted to get into cycling so we hired a couple of MTBs and set out for the day having eaten nothing more than a couple of eggs on toast.
I should probably mention at this point my brother is pretty fit, in fact he ran this year's London Marathon in 3.07...
I swear I nearly died. I have never felt so utterly unwell for so long in all my life - the ground was slippery, and the cold air was ripping my lungs to shreds. I was also possibly quite hungover. My brother in law barely broke a sweat, whereas I just broke.
It's hard to express just how bad I felt during that ride, but rather than being downhearted it convinced me to get back on my bike and ride as often as possible. Now I'm itching to do this ride again!
I should probably mention at this point my brother is pretty fit, in fact he ran this year's London Marathon in 3.07...
I swear I nearly died. I have never felt so utterly unwell for so long in all my life - the ground was slippery, and the cold air was ripping my lungs to shreds. I was also possibly quite hungover. My brother in law barely broke a sweat, whereas I just broke.
It's hard to express just how bad I felt during that ride, but rather than being downhearted it convinced me to get back on my bike and ride as often as possible. Now I'm itching to do this ride again!