Last night was a bit hit and miss. I did 3 rides on Sunday. Stopped to do a proper rest between my 30 mins.
Earlier in the week, I fell over in the work car park. No fault of work here, I was just by the car and turned my ankle on nothing at all, smacked my shoulder in to the car and quite hurt myself. I couldn’t have ridden my bike if you had offered me a thousand pounds to try (actually, I might have tried a bit), so I had to do them on Sunday. It was OK until any lump in the road at all, plus it was bloody freezing. I just paused the garmin and visited with a friend who was around 30 mins ride away, then visited with another. It seemed like a plan.
Today, I got out for a whopping 34 mins and 7.1 miles. It was freaking freezing and we got gritted twice. I stayed on gritted roads as much as possible, or where the road surface was quite rough. One foot was really cold with a numb toe or two, the other foot was fine. My ears went numb under their buff. It was -1 but with the windchill was probably a degree or two less. I must have been mad.
1 down, 2 to go.