Today, while J was off 'enjoying' himself at the Natural History Museum with 460 children, me and Heather decided it would be a good idea to go for a bike ride. In fairness we decided this last week, but the decision was made so there was no way it wasn't going to happen. Not even if there was rain and high winds. That's lucky then, because we had both in spades...
I have to say though, good old Coach Troy has done some magic on my legs. I managed to grind up some of the hills at a decent speed, rather than spinning them all as I usually do. Gives me a bit more faith in the turbo training regime. :-)
The route clocked in at 20 miles (32 km for you metric freaks) with about 550m of ascent. Not huge but with the 25mph winds and the rain it was blooming tough.
As an aside, why do I record distance in miles but ascent in metres? Odd.
Here's a pic of me an Heather after the ride. It isn't a pretty picture but I think you can tell just how knackered we were:
I have just collected J from Sheffield station. To say he looked knackered is something of an understatement. I think I got the best deal this weekend, despite the pain.
So anyway, this weeks tally is 3 x 50 minute hard turbo sessions and a 3+ hour ride today. Not bad really.
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