Do muscles have memories? If they do then mine have got amnesia. I was hoping that the only pain I would feel was struggling to zip up my cycling suit this morning. Alas no.
“Can we just cycle down the hill and back?”
“No, we are going to do the Pouget route. It’s only 13 kms and according to my records we cycled it on the 13th April last year in 47 minutes and 59 seconds.”
Paul loves his details and statistics and particularly MapMyRide - an app on his ‘phone. It is quite interesting to monitor our progress but sometimes it’s just too much for me. I squeezed into my lycra gear and felt quite the sporting hero as I donned helmet and gloves and trotted across the courtyard to my bicycle. Everything was going swimmingly until we reached the first incline. Suddenly my legs felt leaden and it was like cycling through treacle towing a trailer load of bricks. Paul was very patient and waited for me to catch up. I was totally unable to climb the Scramble hills and had to dismount and walk up. Oh the shame. My legs just wouldn't work. I even had to drop down to my smallest gear to get up the final easy climb home. I was very despondent. I was certainly paying the price for seven months of doing nothing more strenuous than walking Buddy.
|can you imagine how hard it is squeezing into these leggings?|