Tonight I managed to do two things I really needed to do:
- I needed to adjust my bike, move the saddle forward a few millimeters and roll the handlebars back a tad to raise the brake levers a little
- Get out and ride the bike properly
I was able to make the adjustments to my bike fairly quickly after work seeing as I was working from home today and the little ones had a play date straight from my eldest finishing school this afternoon. This time allowed me to get the bike out the garage and into the front room for a bit.
I then made sure my lights were charged along with my phone with an idea of where to go for tonight’s ride. I use Strava to map my rides – I’m not bothered about all the leader board and KOM stuff, I’ll never see the top of anything, but I do like how it paused the timer when it detects you’ve stopped at some lights or something. I found looking on the laptop today (not the mobile app for a change) you can plan routes over a map. So I planned a route that was 10.15 miles long and Strava estimated a total moving time of 58 minutes and 5 seconds.
Bike ready, kids in bed and me in my cycle clothes I set off through the estate as I normally do. I wasn’t as cold tonight as the other night, it was just nice enough to get away with a base layer, jacket and bib tights. All started off well racing across through Kirkby and I noticed the wind. When head on it wasn’t too much of an issue but then after turning and getting it side it started moving the bike around a little, I’ve never felt that before but this bike being the lightest I’ve ever ridden it was very noticeable. But I carried on, not letting it bother me as I just concentrated on trying to find a rhythm on the pedals.
I eventually came out of Kirkby and headed towards Kings Mill Reservoir, turned up the A617 and the plan was to then head up Cauldwell Road and back into Sutton and home. I approached the Cauldwell Road turn off and thought against it. I was horrid going up there last time in the dark, it’s an unused road now and there is not lighting so is pitch black dark. Instead I carried on down the A617 and onto the A60 towards Mansfield. I thought to myself if I’m not doing the incline at Cauldwell I’ll go further than originally planned instead.
I eventually headed back to the A617 in a loop, reaching 28 mph coming back down again – I was just about keeping with the car in front. This is where the ‘Big Kid’ feeling first kicked in. I don’t think I’ve been that fast on a bike before, but it felt good, it felt exhilarating. A feeling I really want to do again.
I eventually arrived back at home, stopped the tracker and was over the moon I averaged a pace in double figures. It might only just be double at 10.4 mph, but it’s double! I got off the bike and had the feeling of wanting to just go and do it again – I’ve never felt like that about any exercise at any time in my life, but I already can’t wait to get out on the bike. What I felt tonight through the ride has made me realise just how much I really like cycling and it’s something I am not giving up.
Thursday is the next planned evening ride, I wonder where the wheel will take me next time…