Went for a great ride today. Reversed last weeks route so that I went from Brighton to Ditchling, up Beacon Hill (then down. then up. then down. and up again), along the (beautiful, and wonderfully fast) road to Hollingbury, back to Brighton, to Rottingdean, up to Woodingdean and then down Bear road and home again (to anyone who does not know Brighton: a hillyish, very pretty 55km with plenty of flat stretches and downhill bits chucked in too.)
I did have my first ‘clipped in wobble’ at a set of traffic lights. I pulled up next to a car, which had a trailer attached to it. The lights were orange, so I assumed I could balance a few seconds, and then set off without stopping. Overconfidence is a horrible thing. Obviously, I had not considered that when the car moved, the trailer would swing my way, and I would have to make a very quick exit. I did a great little tumble, and looked extra manic cycling up and down the Beacon with a nice trail of blood down my left leg.. Bike is ok though, as am I, so lesson learnt.
I love being out on the bike. Quite possibly, it’s fast overtaking running as my favourite discipline. There is something liberating about taking a bike out, going far away from the city, and all that that entails, and absolutely escaping.
Overall, pretty happy with the day. I had planned a 20/30min recovery jog this evening, but the headphone-lending housemate offered the pub as an alternative. Two g+t’s later and I think I made the right choice 🙂