Yesterday I got up and thought hey time to get some exercise, hey I'm daft like that anyone would thing I'm trying to improve my life!!!!!!!!
I live 2 miles from a country park, yes I am a lucky woman, it's really glorious and it's usually where I walk too for my exercise. On a good day and fibromyalgia and back allowing, a gentle walk is just what the doctor ordered.
Yesterday however I think I had some sort of funny turn( my family think I have them daily, how wrong could they be of course)
I thought I would get my bike out of the garage and dust it down. It is a really nice mountain bike that I used to use daily when things were better and I loved riding about. After what felt like a several hours later and a can of WD40 the old rust bucket was ready for the off. Had to have a rest at this point as I was not ready for the off.
I packed my water, fruit and book into a rucksack, OMG I am so ready for this, plugged in my best and fastest music and off I went.
Now I only ride on cycle ways so I was safe with the music ok !!
As I was going I decided to let the cycle ways dictate where I went, not sure how good an idea this was as I weaved about the countryside. After some time got to said park and started riding around, at this point I decided to go off the beaten track as there were so many small children in the way and I did not trust my best riding skills. OMG not just the bike with a bit of rust.
After an hour, yes that's right an hour I decided to stop and watch the steam train and have my well earned snack. Felt tired but elated at all good work so far. Read my book for a while then decided best get back on the beloved bike. At this point I realized that I should have a padded seat for my bike. Thought I had more padding around the derriere, obviously not as much as I thought I had(possible a good thing, I am hanging on to the positives here)
With aching bottom in tow literally, I sped off into the wild and attempted to get back home. I live in flat countryside but something happened on that trip mountains grew in front of me like never before.
Home at last, legs like jelly but hooray !!!!!!! I've done it. Checked my milometer on the bike and lo and behold I had done 8 miles.
Yes it was the ride from hell but also the ride from heaven. I'm well proud of myself.
Unfortunately this morning I am suffering the consequences and am struggling even to make a cup of tea but hey I'll get over it.
The lesson learned I think is try to do as much as I can but don't push quite as hard next time or not much anyway.
Hope you are all having a good week.