It was a tad windy here today and for once, I can't blame the dog.
Having had a bloody awful afternoon, hanging around the hospital for an appointment that didn't materialise, I decided to take it out on the bike. I took my Specialized Hardrock and rode down to the village, nipped past the church and onto the big wide path that serves a multitude of purposes. I have seen bikes, dog walkers, joggers and horses using it so I guessed that it was OK to cycle down.
I got off at the edge of the golf course, where the path crosses it and pushed my bike for 200 yards or so until I was back on the non-golf course path and followed it a bit further. I then took the right hand track, to see where it went and after 1/2 mile or so I got off and walked again as I appeared to be crossing someone's side garden even though it was a marked trail. I thought that it would be a bit rude to cycle over it. A chap in the garden thanked me for walking and not churning up his land,which was nice. Through the big gate (not over the style with the overhanging holly bush, ta very much) and found myself at the bottom of a hill which went up in both directions, and I decided to go left, away from home. I was still a bit miffed so wanted to keep going.
That bloomin' hill caught me out. I had to use the old "oh what a lovely view, I'll stand and look at it" ruse while I got my breath back. It never used to be that steep, I've cycled up it loads of times on both my Giant and the Spesh, someone has pumped it up, I am sure of it. Going up and into the wind probably didn't help my unfitness either. Once up the hill, that never seemed to end, I carried on, hooked a right at Marlingford road and went past the new homes being built that I hope to be able to bid on in a few weeks (local homes for local people) and found myself on the back road to home. Feeling a bit tired by now I decided to head up the hill to home.
It was only 6.35 miles and took me 45 minutes, which is shocking. I now have a nice cuppa and am about to light the fire as the dogs are starting to whinge.