#30daysofbiking … resumed
So. You may have noticed, there’s been a bit of a gap between posts.
I had a slight argument with a piece of glass. Not while cycling I might add, but enough to cause five stitches in my arm and an enforced break from being on my bike.
That means I wasn’t able to do my 50 miles. Thank you to those that sponsored me. I plan to do something else in place of it- so your money won’t be wasted. I’ll keep you posted.
Yesterday I managed to get back on two wheels to cycle to work and (almost) back, before I realised (with some advice) my front tyre may have been about to explode.
Long story short, I now have a brand spanking new front tyre and today this much I learned:
1. I missed being on my bike
2. The bus into Lewes is very slow
3. There are some really nice people in the world
4. I now know how to remove the front wheel from my bike (rear looks more complicated, will have to work on that)
5. I now know how to reattach the front wheel on my bike (easier than removing it)
6. I can’t walk in wedges (fell off them in the High Street, oops)
7. I can cycle in wedges…
#30daysifbiking … Days Nineteen and Twenty
I’ve been having a slight out of body experience over the last couple of days. I caught a cold on Sunday, but it seemed to disappear yesterday. Today my head feels detached from my body.
After a quick ride last night (just to the shop for essential provisions: crisps and chocolate), I packed up and prepared for a longer one into work this morning. I managed the 9.5 miles in 48 minutes… my quickest yet.
Not so quick on the way home unfortunately. The wind got up and as someone said to me on twitter… the A27 heading west is like a wind tunnel at the best of times, let alone when there’s a gale force 9* blowing in your face.
Anyway. I did it. 20 miles in total. Good job as I’m doing a 50 mile ride for Marie Curie Cancer Care on Sunday. More on that tomorrow.
Things I learned today:
- lorry wheels are very big close up
- there is a thing called a camel back
- it isn’t nice putting wet socks on
- car windscreen wash doesn’t taste nice
*this may be a slight exaggeration.
#30daysofbiking … Days Fourteen to Eighteen
I’ve been very bad at blogging this week. I could barely keep up with my own life… and if ever there was going to be a time I thought I would fail at 30 Days of Biking, it was this week.
However, in amongst the various meetings in London and (the only way is) Essex, farewell drinks, live tweeting from the work account during an all-day meet up of East Sussex councils, and news reading for George Galloway on talkSPORT, I still managed to cycle every day. Even this evening, and I’m not feeling the best.
In fact, my app says I’ve done a total of 7:43 on two wheels since 1 September, so that’s not too bad is it… for a beginner!
#30daysofbiking … Day Thirteen
Up and out early today. I couldn’t face cycling all the way to Lewes so just rode the couple of miles in to Brighton station, where I parked up and got the bus into work.
It only took 10 minutes though. I’m definitely getting quicker.
I signed up for a 50 mile bike ride for charity with my sister. Am going to need to get a few longer rides in before that aren’t I. I may even consider buying padded shorts…
Oh. And it turns out I can cycle in high heeled boots!
#30daysofbiking … Day Twelve
I thought it was 13 that was unlucky?
Checked the weather forecast last night. It didn’t look too bad. I think it lied.
Got up at 6.15am. Bag was packed ready to go. Looked out and it was pissing it down and windy. Too late, I’m packed and I’m going.
It has to be said, it’s the worst journey I’ve done. I made it but I was well and truly fed up by the time I got to work. Fed up that I *always* seem to be cycling into the wind, fed up with the rain, fed up that my waterproofs aren’t, fed up that every other bloody cyclist seems to overtake me, fed up that people drive too close, fed up that my front tyre is flat, fed up that my bum is wet ALL the time, and fed up that I didn’t pack my bag properly so some of my clothes were unwearable when I arrived in Lewes. I’ll leave you to guess which items I’m talking about.
So. I was about ready to give up.
7 hours, a couple of humorous emails from the ‘Bike Helpline’ and two pumped up tyres later, I’m back on and cycling home, still into the wind but at least it’s not raining.
I’ve cycled 19 miles today and I’m pretty pleased with myself. Things can only get better, eh?!
#30daysofbiking … Day Eleven
Day 11 was insignificant… in terms of cycling anyway.
I had a quiet day. I watched some of the 9/11 programming on the telly. I went for a brief ride and while I was out I saw firefighters lining up outside Preston Park fire station for a minute’s silence to mark ten years since the moment the first plane hit the World Trade Centre.
My dad was a firefighter while I was growing up. I’m very proud of him. I’m thankful there are people in the world willing to risk their own safety for the sake of others.
I cycled home.
#30daysofbiking … Day Ten
Excuse the slightly mad face. I think I was in shock at actually making it home…
Things I have learned today:
It is exhilarating cycling in the rain.
I CAN cycle along the A27 into the wind. Somehow the legs just keep going if I put my mind to it.
NONE of my clothes are waterproof.
Neither is my mascara.
It is really hard cycling in jeans that are so wet they feel like they’ve just come out of the washing machine.
I definitely definitely need a mudguard.
Changing into a pair of comfy tracky pants feels *amazing* after cycling 9 miles in the rain #nobodytoimpress
Red wine tastes better after exercise.
#30daysofbiking … Day Nine
It’s a numbers game innit…
Hours sleep: 6 (this is not enough)
Miles cycled: 9.3
Minutes cycled: 52 (best yet!)
Times got off to walk up Falmer hill: 0
Snails run over: 3 (they jumped out in front. I feel awful)
Minutes in posh work shower: 8
Cakes eaten: 1 (I know, I know. But it’s Friday and I couldn’t resist)
It’s the weekend. Bring it.