I’ve been planning to slowly ramp up my Monday ride by 5km a week. I read a blog recently about how endurance needs to be built up over time so thought that this is a good way to do it. So I started at the end of the cricket season to gradually improve on my usual, lazy Monday 20km ride. No, not really lazy but a comfortable distance where I told myself that was my limit for now. The aforementioned blog went into some depth about how the mind is your worst enemy at these times, making up flim-flam excuses to stop, do a shorter distance or not really bother with it this week. So I thought that this was a good way to go about doing things while refreshing myself with a new goal amidst the hum drum of commuting.
It is something of a paradox that now as the weather is getting cooler and wetter I am getting more fired up about my riding. Is it because I know that the time is fast approaching that there will come a time to stop in December when it is too unbearable to ride into work on a cold, dark and (probably) wet morning? The thinking is that my shorter 20km rides into work and back will feel like nothing compared to the 40-50km rides that I plan to do on a Monday weather permitting.
Today was supposed to be a 35km ride on a forecast rainy morning. The rain didn’t eventuate but there were periods of light drizzle. I tried out my new woollen base layer tights from Aldi (under my shorts) and wore only 2 long sleeve layers on top. I didn’t get lost exactly but did go down a couple of roads where I thought would end up somewhere else but didn’t. By the time I got to the supermarket, I’d done 32km already with another 8km to go before home.
So I did an unplanned 40km ride, one which I thought may be beyond me at this stage. Its too early to say at this stage and I guess we’ll find out the answer on Wednesday morning when, after a rest day I’ll get woken by my alarm to get out the door in the dark, windy cold on my bike to work.
Watch this space…