Managed to get out for 3 rides over the weekend, 1st ride on Saturday was simply to use the bike to get somewhere, do my thing (take some snaps)Â and then get back, 30 odd miles, mix of on and off road, rain, wind and sunshine all mixed in, legs heavy at the end though, beer soothers required.
Sunday was an hour and a half around the singletrack at Delemere, had my ass handed to me on a plate by my mate and realised that any last vestige of fitness has finally deserted me. A fall into the lake early on did nothing for my confidence and I realised I was going to have another one of “those days”. Watching him scoot away on the hills meant only one thing, he had to be taken down the tricky rutted descent known as “son of no brains”, that’ll teach him, except I underestimated how loose and sketchy it was and visited the ground for the 2nd time that day
My riding partner had to leave early so I went out again to get some miles into my weak legs, actually found myself riding better now and was pleasantly surprised to see so many folk out on the trails, for those who dont know it Delamere has a large network of lovley woodsy singletrack, you just have to explore a bit and follow the odd trail through the undergrowth
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3rd ride was in the afternoon, got home to find an empty house, just a note to say we’ll be back at 6, yay !, quick bacon butty and out again, this time on local trails down the river, by now my legs are very heavy but what the hell, its all good and every mile means another chance to get stronger and fitter in time for D2D in 2 weeks time (gulp!)