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Again!

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I went riding again!  This time rode from home, then wound around the ‘burbs a bit before we reached the main trail that follows the river into the city.  It was lovely!  It was sunny and nice and there were quite a few people out and about (we left around lunchtime meaning there were a lot of lunchtime walkers and riders).  There were a few hills, yes (including one that I had to attempt 4 times in increasingly lower gears before I finally grunted my way to the top), and also a children’s farm (goats!  cows!  children!), and then lunch next to the river because someone* was smart enough to suggest that food be packed before we departed.  Finally, we rolled into the city (22km later) and had a beer, then later a coffee at a place we’ve been meaning to try for a little while because it’s apparently awesome (it was).  I love cafes where you get a free biscuit with your coffee!  Granted, it was only 1.5cm across and had I not recently discovered a love of marzipan would have been gross, but damnit, it was a free biscuit.

Running has reached something of a standstill (so to speak) while I wait for my leg to fix itself.  We attempted a run the other night, and I made it 2km before I felt that familiar twinge…so I guess that’s a start!  Thankfully, riding doesn’t seem to affect it (my leg, that is), so I continue to ride to work and around the place and hope (fingers crossed!) that it’s enough exercise for the week.

Sadly, that is all.

*me, obviously.

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Holy wow!

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I went riding!  Near a mountain!  There were hills!  And sticks and rocks and bumpy bits and hills and my legs hurt and I was quite slow and I loved every minute 🙂

What possibly made me look quite silly was that I was riding with a mountain biking expert…and we were only really on the outskirts of mountain biking.  A dip of the toe in mountain biking water on my poor little commuter (geared, but still very much designed for the casual ride), so the expert went careening along and I went wobbling after.

I’m not sure what the best part was.  It may have been going downhill with my brakes squealing in protest as I crawled at snail’s pace behind my trailblazing companion.  It may have been my total and utter joy at finally reaching the top of an agonising, thighs screaming hill.  Another possible contender was going over a tiny log and nearly face-planting into my handlebars.  Or even the hill that, ‘there was no chance [I] could get up on a casual bike.  Honestly, just walk it.’

Or was it once we finally got up fairly high, then had the complete and utter joy of going down steep roads really, really fast with no brakes on hoping for the best?

Although you may be thinking the latter has all the votes, I would say it was a combination of all the above (and more!) that made it super fun.  It was also perfectly blue skies and a lovely temperature.

Whee!  Again!

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