So, in a fit of madness I signed up for the London to Brighton bike ride as it is 3 days after I hit 50. I've always thought cycling is easier than running. No problem! The running has got me fitter than I've ever been, so I can do this easy.
This morning I decide to do my first training ride! Cool says hubby, you can cycle alongside me as I run! I know he's going to be running for a couple of hours, maybe a bit ambitious for my first ride, but I figure I'll have to keep stopping for him to catch up, so can rest. Oh how naive I was! Off we go, me in my new nappy trousers (soo comfortable!) and my old faithful bike (the spiders were not happy about losing their home!) Darling hubby soon streaks ahead. So I put a speed spurt on and I've nearly caught him when - oh horror - a hill. A long long hill. By the time I admit defeat and walk the last bit, he's out of sight. At last though, a long downhill, and I finally catch up with him. I manage to gasp out that I don't want to overdo it on my first outing, and am heading home. 'Ok hon' says he, fresh as a daisy, not even a little puffed.
Runkeeper tells me I did 5.7km. In 2 and a bit months I have to do 60 miles! Laura, where are you. I need to learn how to ride a bike.
On the plus side, I knocked another 30 seconds off my parkrun time yesterday - woohoo! So I am still getting fitter.