Cycling is a big part of my life. But it’s not actually my life.
I ride most days, but with two young children and three jobs – one of which, to get the product placement out of the way early on, can be found at www.fit2ride.cc – I rarely find the chance to ride every day.
Which is why I knew that #30daysofbiking would be as much a logistical challenge as a physical one.
And the first week certainly proved that as family birthdays, work, punctures, latent fatigue from a big week in Mallorca and that traditional stick-in-the-spokes, the South Pennine weather, seemed to dog my every pedal stroke.
I pedalled every day, but small rides rather than big ones – I think 26 miles early on Sunday was my very modest mileage maximum – half of which seemed to be conducted through a cocktail of pea-soup fog and that Saharan sand cloud.
The top of Cragg Vale on Wednesday lunchtime, with visibility down to a few metres and an easterly wind cutting across the hillside, was just about typical.
I’m sure I’m not alone in hoping it isn’t like that when the Tour peleton rolls up there in July.
Having aired my excuses though, the great thing about living in Calderdale though is that even if you only have an hour to ride, you can always make it count.
I can roll out of my front door and find hills of all kinds – long, short, steep, steady – and quiet, almost traffic free roads within five minutes.
And while those exposed ribbons of tarmac rarely offer you an easy ride as they sweep up and over the Pennine landscape, they’re never less than satisfying either as the effort and endorphins cleanse my body and mind.
So that’s one week done; here’s to better weather over the next seven days.
Thanks for reading,
James @ http://www.fit2ride.cc