After a rather nervous morning, and with some trepidation, I ventured out for my first outdoor ride since being hospitalised again in September. Comforted by the fact that my good lady promised to stay home by the phone (and be available to collect if it went wrong), I donned my laughing outfit (read bib longs and jersey), topped it off with the new bargain
Altura Varium jacket and pedalled off into the early morning sunshine
I had no great plans for today, other than getting a few sedate miles under my belt and restoring lost confidence, so pootled around Thorpe village a couple of times before heading off to the other side of Thorpe Park. Crossing the first M3 bridge saw my first fellow cyclist going the opposite direction and a nice hello, then down past the pub and back up onto the 2nd M3 bridge where I stopped for a little drink and pic.
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You can just make out some of the Thorpe Park rollercoasters if you look closely. It was here that I had my 2nd hello from another cyclist
After about 5 miles I started hurting a bit so rather than extend the ride outwards I got within half a mile of home and did a few circuits which eased the pains nicely. So a rather sedate 9 miles for me in just under an hour, but how wonderful it was to be back out in the real world on a bike