It was a tough day on the bike today. The first 40kms went okay, but the last 45 were particularly hard. I could make excuses like a stronger head wind, but the truth is…my fitness level has suffered over the winter.
The club had a ride to lake Simcoe today. It was quite beautiful to behold. I wish I had had time to take pictures but the other club members were not interested in a break. There was a charity ride somewhere out of town so there was only one group riding. Due to some technical difficulties, I arrived just as everyone was leaving on the ride. I could have used a breather, but my tardiness prevented that.
The suggested speed limit was twenty-six to twenty-eight km/hr. I did alright going out, often beating that suggested speed into the thirties and even getting up to 50 on a nice downhill section. However, coming back, I could only manage mid-twenties and sometimes high teens.
I am not despondent though. The first serious ride is always the toughest. I managed to finish it, and the group leader was a nice guy (Big John–I suppose because he is rather big). I will also latch on to a slower group next weekend, with aspirations to get faster as the riding season continues.
Having survived, I opted to treat myself to a drink. I hope I will be able to get up tomorrow.