Today friends of ours invited my hubby and I to cycle with them. Well, that posed a bit of a nervous threat to us because though I have been cycling on my own, its been short trips and we are beginners you could say because we have not cycled in soooo many years. They on the other hand are seasoned cyclists who do serious stuff.
All morning hubby and I kept praying for the rains we having for weeks now, but to our rotten luck, it was perfect weather for cycling.....cool and crisp. The we tried to think up some reasonable excuse that wasn't a lie to get out of cycling with them
but nothing came to mind. Finally at 3.45pm we had no choice but to done our sneakers, and get ready to meet our doom.
Well....firstly we cycled through town to the dam and that was +-3kms (1.8 miles) and not too bad but I was still struggling to come together with changing the gears with the hilly bits. About 2 blocks into the cycle, my friends husband stopped me and said "we need to raise your seat, it will be easier on your knee"...I didn't even know that one cycles with an extended leg, seat height. Well I know now, and it really did make a difference. I've been cycling all this time with a low seat and the difference is fantastic.
We finally arrived at the dam.
Its harder taking pictures on a cycle, because I have nowhere to put my camera so I have to rely on a few photo's taken off our mobiles.
This was the starting track.
We were headed to something called a single track mountain cycle trail.
At this point, it was all Greek to me. I soon discovered what that meant.
Literally riding in single file. This is harder than you can imagine because I was not at the back which meant each time I stopped......they all stopped LOL
At one point, my front wheel dropped into a mossy hole and I nearly toppled off, but luckily managed to get my foot out in time to prevent falling.
Every now and then we would cross wider roads, but we weren't cycling on them, just crossing them and back onto single track trails. At each crossing, there are mounds to force you to slow down, going over those felt like a mountain rather than a little mound. One day I guess it will feel its actual size to me....but for now, its a weird sensation popping over them, my stomach did a rise and fall in quick succession.
Stopping for a breather and a welcome drink of water.
Getting to the half way point....surprised I was still alive
Back onto some trails and almost at the turning point for the home trip.
We crossed this little plank "bridge" before heading out towards home, and although we had come quite a way, we still had the cycle out of the dam area before getting to the last part which is a road ride of 3km (1.8 miles)
Chantall and I laughing at this "old girls" first attempt to keep up with my 10 year junior and I'm proud to say I didn't too badly but then again they were being very generous to go at my pace rather than their own.
We managed the trip in 1.15 hrs. I'm actually very impressed with myself and my dh is over the moon with me. Of course when I got home, my eyes just wanted to just close and I wanted to sleep in front of the TV the way my dh was, but I was not allowed that privilege.
Because (a) my welcome fan club had to be fed.....
And (b) I had to make some food for myself. Unlike hubby I cannot pile into 10 slices of peanut butter bread, so I was forced to make myself a LARGE healthy chicken, feta salad, which meant cooking the chicken. Never mind, I will be happy tomorrow when the scale does not condemn me.
But for now, I truly am bushed. My eyes are drooping and all I want is a hot bath and to collapse in front of TV till I fall asleep. Tomorrow morning, the kids and us are going to breakfast together...I will look forward to that. They will probably all have an egg&bacon breakfast, but I'm planning on avocado toast with black pepper and a very welcome DOSE OF COFFEE.
Hope you have had a good weekend and that the weather is treating you kindly.