Thursday, 26 September 2013

...day after day, alone on the hill.....

What a difference a day makes, yesterday could of been any day in June, warm, sunny, gentle breeze, short sleeves and shorts weather. First time back on the road bike since the Cheddar ride and I was a bit unsure of where to head for. I had been feeling a bit night shift punch drunk, a not very nice feeling with no fun involved to get to the sense of being slightly out of touch with reality, reality ain't what its cracked up to be though ;) I was contemplating going up the stupid side of Dunkery which apparently ranks in the top ten of really daft climbs to do but I wasn't feeling it as I rode out of town, to the toll road, far nicer. The toll road was as quiet and as pretty as ever and I started feeling better as I span up. My best time up still alludes me but I managed to post my best time from home to the top possibly down to the nice new stretches of tarmac on the way to Porlock. As it was such a stunning day I headed off to Devon and down to Lynmouth then back over the moors in the sunshine. The legs were aching for some reason, I don't know if my compression shorts make my legs feel worse or the fact that I had done about ten miles of going up but I kept going. I probably went a bit further than I intended to but it seemed a shame to waste such a nice day.


Today was something of a contrast, grey, wet and misty, my kind of weather, I love riding the trails in the murk and mist, atmosphere. Its all pretty much up out of the front door but the legs felt good, not a soul to be seen just me and the bike on the hill. Just did some local trails, ups and downs but I bloody loved every minute, I really enjoy riding the mtb always makes me smile :)



2 comments:

Trevor Woodford said...

As you say 'what a difference a day makes'....
I really like the monochrome image...

Trevor Woodford said...

As you say 'what a difference a day makes'....
I really like the monochrome image..