It pelted down with rain today. For a week the weather has veered wildly from rain to hail to sunny bursts to gale force winds to general shitiness. Top temperature of 13’C (55F). It’s almost June! WHERE THE HELL IS SUMMER?
I went out on my bike on Sunday afternoon anyway. It was smooth sailing for the first half of the trip. The dark clouds behaved themselves, there was minimal dog shit on the cycle path, and I was feeling rather speedy and competent! Until Gareth pedaled up beside me and pinched me on the arse.
I let fly with a nasty torrent of abuse that I won’t repeat because my mum reads this, all while staring straight ahead. I couldn’t reach out and pinch him back as I’m too scared to let go of the handlebars. I can only ride in a straight line, you see. There’s no admiring the scenery. I’m no good with corners or sticks on the ground and afterwards my hands are cramped and red raw from my death grip on the handlebars. I am sure this will get better over time!
Riding back home was interesting, as we were heading into the wind and my too-big waterproof jacket filled with air to add even more resistance. It was like pedaling through treacle. Mmmm, treacle. I remember thinking, Whoa! This is just like when we turn up the resistance in Spinning class! Then when I hit a non-windy stretch I thought, Woohoo! Just like the sprints in Spinning class!
Then of course I eventually remembered that cycling on roads actually came first, long before classes where you pedal to nowhere. Moron.
So I had great fun and felt nicely worked out too. The only drawback was feeling like I had been repeatedly kicked in the groin. Even with padded shorts, the seat just ain’t comfy. Gareth has kindly ordered me a nice Women’s Seat, which are designed for a wider butt. And they’re nicely padded with an indent to nestle ones delicate nether regions. A FLAP GAP if you will, as my husband so eloquently calls it.
And! Geekgasms ahoy! I have a bike computer! It’s a tiny hunk of plastic that looks like a glorified stopwatch but it can tell me the time, how far I’ve ridden, how fast and my average speed; plus stock tips and astrology reports. I love statistics. I think this calls for another spreadsheet. Huzzah!
In other news, I weighed in today and the four pound gain of last week has been reversed. But I don’t trust those figures. I will see what happens next week. I’m paranoid that it’s only because my precious muscles have all wasted away from lack of lifting! That was a joke, hold your fire!
Here is a picture of my bike! It’s supergrainy and nicked from the bike shop website. One day I will take a photo of my actual bike with me on it, but I feel too flabby right now. I’ve still yet to give it a name; I was thinking Valentino, after my favourite MotoGP rider. But he has had a run of bad luck lately so I don’t know if should curse my precious machine!