3~7C Sun. 49 miles in West Lancs.
It was like cgi, the other night. Bessie, the old dog, was lying asleep uncovered. She wakes shivering some mornings so I pulled out the fleecy blanket that I nicked form an airline. Maybe it was the acrylic, maybe her own dog-fur, but it all light up. A momentary pure white but faint glow light her up.
+4°C, grey until the sun came out too late.
We’re stuck in a loop, cold grey nights and sun that breaks out in afternoons. The same commute on the same bike all week, leave work at the same time but somehow the groundhog feeling is diluted by the growing light. I know this is droning on, but really, 4 months of near zero and I’m tired of it.
My saddle has eaten through my trackies, it has stitching on top and I blame this with its friction burning though the fabric.
8°C, W winds, no clouds (yesterday) CK:44 miles.
They don’t get as much showery weather as us- it’s the coastal climate I’d say. To pay back for that, there are the stronger westerly winds.
Nice long cycle ride in the black flatlands of Lancashire. The 42×17 is just right for that landscape, I have finally decided. In an ideal world, I’d change the handlebars for slightly wider ones 44cm ones (like my other bikes). Wider bars feel right when out of the saddle “honking”.
4~6°C, soft drizzle. 54Miles.
Hazel catkins announce the coming spring this year. Wait for the minute female flowers, the real pearl is there.
Is that the right name?
10°C, sunny/ 48 miles
The garden awakes from its slumber, the sun is uninterrupted & the air warm. Better ride then, before cold air & rain of tomorrow arrives. We’re emerging from that cloying stigian darkness.
How delightful to get out on the bike, it’s been too long. Normally, I get 1,000 miles done by Easter, but that looks doubtful this year. It’s more important I know, to get fit but the mileage is a some sort of measure of this.
+2°C, cold last night but improving this week
Physio appointment: Good- I don’t have to stop cycling; good- I don’t need drug treatment; good, exercises to heal the tendon strength. The sort of diagnosis that I have faith in. It needs 3 sets of 20 heel-raises a day. Those press-ups & crunches are neglecting my legs. I suppose with an ankle injury that there is some compensation going on that leaves the supporting muscles weaker.
Southport Pier (Photo credit: Steve’s Wildlife)
6°C, light winds light cloud
To change gear, you have to flick a lever, or twist a grip. If you have a fixed, however, you have to ride to the nearest bike shop and buy the new gear that you want. I want a 17 tooth for mine, the 16t that came with it is certainly too tall. Even on almost flat ground, it feels as if I’m grinding the pedals too slowly. Today I rode through Southport, with almost still air on almost flat roads. Formby cycles didn’t have the right sprocket in stock.
Again, the ride was relatively short at only 33 miles, but my legs felt as if they’d had a real workout, probably because there is almost no coasting on a fixed. You can tell that I really like this bike, I don’t mind (for once) that it’s something ‘trendy’, that means there are lots in the shops. Good for me and good for the fashion victims.
4°C, getting frosty again.
High pressure means dry but getting colder this week. So, I’m trying to grab as many miles as I can before the weather decides to call a halt. Journey times are getting better, less than 1hr 20′ round trip to work again. that first week back was shameful.
7~1°C, sunny pieces
…lower the saddle too far & your knees ache.
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