So I’m progressing in my confidence but not in my speed or strength, which is frustrating. Now the weather is better, I’ve got no excuse not to cycle commute, so last week took the plunge and cycled every day (well three days, as was sick on Monday, and nephew sitting on Friday, so had to take the train).
Three days doesn’t sound like much but that’s three different offices, one in Chelsea (which I’ve done quite a few times now). One in Paddington, which is to Chelsea onwards with quite a pleasant route through Hyde Park. And one to White City, which is a hideous main road route via Earls Court. The plus side was a found a nice little back route towards the end (although did get a tad lost doing so).
Chuffed I made it to White City though that was always a big one for me (about 8 miles). The thought of 8 miles home at the end of the day wasn’t so exciting, particularly along the busy roads. So I tried to go a way I sort of knew which I knew would be a tinsy bit quieter. Which was fine and pleasant until I hit an almighty hill. As I chugged up I was cheered on by a coach driver waiting to pull out. Then google maps kindly directed me back to the main roads around Earls Court which I had been trying to avoid in the first place. I took a turn off, attempting a back route but ended up halfway back down the main road with a severe case of Deja Vous. Aghhh.
Three days doesn’t sound like much but that’s three different offices, one in Chelsea (which I’ve done quite a few times now). One in Paddington, which is to Chelsea onwards with quite a pleasant route through Hyde Park. And one to White City, which is a hideous main road route via Earls Court. The plus side was a found a nice little back route towards the end (although did get a tad lost doing so).
Chuffed I made it to White City though that was always a big one for me (about 8 miles). The thought of 8 miles home at the end of the day wasn’t so exciting, particularly along the busy roads. So I tried to go a way I sort of knew which I knew would be a tinsy bit quieter. Which was fine and pleasant until I hit an almighty hill. As I chugged up I was cheered on by a coach driver waiting to pull out. Then google maps kindly directed me back to the main roads around Earls Court which I had been trying to avoid in the first place. I took a turn off, attempting a back route but ended up halfway back down the main road with a severe case of Deja Vous. Aghhh.
But I was chuffed I got it done, and I will continue as long as the rain holds off. Despite the extra cycling (and despite smashing a half marathon PB at the weekend) every time I cycle I feel like I have no strength in my legs, I don’t know why it does my head in. It's knocking my confidence for Ride London, I literally spent the whole commute this morning deciding that I would just potter it and settle for a 46 medal, that thought takes the pressure off a lot.
On the plus side, I seem to be managing to get up hills I previously struggled with (I always think I will walk them, then it seems like some weird effort to get off the bike and walk so I keep going).
And on the plus plus side, it’s the BEST feeling in the world not handing my well-earned cash over to TFL every day… I will hand it to Cycle Republic instead.
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