I’ve not had the motivation to cycle lately. I’ve been lazy, lethargic and just blah
Work wise we are operating through MS teams and I know some of my colleagues like to cycle so I’ve set us a challenge.
How fast can we as a group cover the length of beautiful ireland. I’d kind off forgotten we’re all in academia, which means that we’re quite a competitive bunch.
The race is on to do the 581 km, not just as a group, but Individually!!!
Hell yeah, I’m competitive!! It’s just what I needed to get me pedalling again. 16km down, only 565 to go!!
After passing probation and being confirmed in my job, I treated myself.
My last bike was good, but this one??? Oh baby!!!!
When I can muster the motivation to actually drag my arse out the door and go, cycling clears my head, fills me with joy and boosts my mood.
I love it! Now it’s time to shift all those pounds I’ve been gaining during lockdown.
I’ve just burned a fair whack of calories during what I can only describe as an anxiety fueled workout. I’m quite jittery in the evenings of late, and this nervous tension needs an outlet. What I would give to kick Wilson again (old post I’m not insane;)
After 45 mins on the cross trainer, I proceeded to hit the spin bike with as much gusto as I could muster. I went at it hard for 15mins, sweat soaked through two layers. My skin flouresced as brightly as my luminous pink top.
On a positive note I think my hip could cope now with some light road cycling after my crash. Ariel (My bike) is now with our LBS and I’m awaiting the call to go and collect her.
The cycle helmet debate is one that continues to rage. There are countless arguments for and against their usefulness.
Today, mine saved me from almost certain concussion, or worse.
You can see my elbow above took some of the force. My hip and back are in agony, and I can barely walk. I suspect I’m going to be pretty sore for a while………
Please everyone, wear a cycle helmet, and teach your kids to do so. They will not save you from an impact with a HGV, but when your back wheel gives way under a patch of ice or loose gravel, or you’re too slow to uclip your feet at traffic lights, or some ignorant driver cuts you off, forcing you into hedges or ditches and you find yourself stunned but awake lieing on a road. You’ll be thankful for that casing around your head.
Mine has now been compromised, so it’s time to go helmet shopping.
I could cry, honestly I could cry. Life keeps kicking me and I’m fed up with it.