This past week was one of those weeks. The training plan is fairly random at the moment, with the thought that I've still got a couple of weeks before I really start putting in effort at getting in a bit of shape for skiing my 100km weekend at the end of February. And hurting my knee which is just now feeling better didn't really help.
Still, I got out on the bike 4 times in the past week and feel that there's at least a glimmer of hope that I can become a respectable, back of the pack, occasionally takes a pull, rider.
On Saturday, to rid myself of some parental unit induced anger, (my parents have lost their minds and become Fox News parrots), I headed out to High Park to indulge in some hills the way a commuter indulges in potholes.
The ride was uneventful.
Except for the 4 times that some guy from the Lapdogs cycling club, who's name was Christian, and who was a super nice guy, rode me off his wheel like I had training wheels on, as soon as the road turned up.
Strangely, he seemed to take some joy in taking the longer route around the park, passing me, and then riding off again, calmly lifting away like some kind of glider riding a thermal.
I only puked in my mouth once trying to catch him, and I blame the chick peas I had prior to riding.
Still, I produced a moderately pretty graph, and that's really what counts. Perhaps next time I'll have the energy to get around a few more times and start riding for real.
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