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I got out this morning, a little fresh and windy but pleasent. Only 15 miles but very enjoyable. Living where i do the lanes are very mucky, bike looked like id done a session off road.
Forces of nature, well captured. Very nice!I noticed there was some big waves rolling into Stonehavens harbour, so stopped and snapped this.
Great newsAfter two month.....cycling outside again!
My wife says she prefers me in the back bedroom......
She likes to know where I am; which would be lost somewhere in Zwift World as I can never get it straight in my head where I am going. She can put her head around the door and check I am OK. But today I have had 24 hours with no painkillers so the sciatic back which has kept me indoors and cycling gently for two months can get stuffed. I am heading outdoors again.
Click, left foot. Click, right foot. Blimey a bike feels different outdoors. The rain runs down my glasses and the tyres are throwing a rooster tail of puddle, a thin mist of mud and I am having to remember to steer and brake. This feels good. The hills are hard though, thighs complaining particularly the very weak left leg which has done nothing but moan for months. I try standing on the pedals on a short rise but the leg still gives way. Backside on saddle is OK, that works. The legs go round, the bike moves forward, there is air passing and even in the this dull, grey light, this dismal winter morning I can see things not made of pixels. I am not being passed by twenty year old Germans or super fast Italians or rapid moving Danes.
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The old A30
Through Indian Queens, a grey straggle of wet houses and small industrial parks, edges blurred in the wet fog that has replaced the rain. I hope my lights are visible to the cars and vans that sidle up behind me and go past in a roar of spray and diesel. Onto Goss Moor and the usually busy cycle/foot trail that was once the mighty A30 itself. The rain closes in again, limiting visibility.
A quick check. Legs not hurting...much. Back not complaining ...seems OK. Breathing alright...a bit fast. Heart rate...faster than it should be. Speed....about 60% of what I would normally manage along this stretch. Deep sigh, a long road ahead to regain fitness then.
Up onto the lanes, dampness soaking through the soft-shell jacket. Turn around here and head back for where I parked the car. No wind today, just a bleak early winter ride in a world made soft focus by damp, light draining away, bedraggled bare trees and beaten down gorse and heather.
It is good to be out, to feel better, to have started the road to recovery. The car waits for me, trees dripping on the roof. The bike will need a clean and I am very wet.
Later today my wife will complain that the car seat was damp when she drove it. She tells me that didn't happen before when I was in the back bedroom. Well it never rains in Zwift does it.
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