In the space of a year I've gone from genuinely believing that riding all the way to town, ten reasonably flat miles, is a ridiculously difficult journey and nigh on impossible for me. I might never have gotten over that mental block if it wasn't for a mate insisting it wasn't just possible but easy. I've gone from walking every hill on that route, to powering up most of the hills in 3rd.
I've gone from never using the big ring to almost never using the big ring.
I've ridden up hills that I still complain about when walking.
Sadly, I seem to have reached a plateau, averaging about 10mph on most of my rides and no discernible improvement over the past few months. Perhaps it's all the heat and ice creams.
I've gone from never using the big ring to almost never using the big ring.
I've ridden up hills that I still complain about when walking.
Sadly, I seem to have reached a plateau, averaging about 10mph on most of my rides and no discernible improvement over the past few months. Perhaps it's all the heat and ice creams.