This weekend, I was unable to run. Yuck.
Let’s start with that.
So this morning, instead of getting up early, lacing up my running shoes and heading out the door, I got up early, put on my bike helmet and headed out for an adventure. Where do I start- I’m not a cyclist. You know how, when you run sometimes, you feel like an elephant trying to do ballet- uncoordinated, sweaty and generally oafish?- well that’s how I feel when I ride a bike. My bike itself needs some TLC, and I sadly don’t own any remotely attractive cycling apparel. But we have to do what we can!
I headed south from my flat, doing an out-and-back route to the slightly more rural end of Bromley. My first challenge was just getting out of ‘proper’ London itself, to any kind of scenery that resembled the countryside. To my credit I only had to check Google Maps a few times, and then finally I just decided to follow a cyclist down what looked to be a country road- and so it was!
Those last few miles definitely made it worth the effort- there were fields, birds and plenty of hills. After two hours of cycling I reluctantly decided to turn back – because, let’s not forget, I’m not a cyclist, and this is not what I do– I didn’t want to do too much, too soon, and hit a wall/get heatstroke/collapse in a crumpled heap.
I passed plenty of cyclists on my way back, and tried not to crumble under my own impostor syndrome. But thankfully most were friendly and said a quick hello as they passed me. Thankfully the journey back was much simpler as I was just able to follow the signposts, and I was back in time for lunch, with 30 hilly miles under my belt.
Then, it was time to collapse in front of Netflix for a few hours- an all-round good day!
How was your training this weekend?
Lots of love,