On my third week of newbie cycling, my legs were starting to hurt a lot more than normal, especially when I carried my boys up the stairs to bed. I figured my muscles are still getting used to the switch from heavy deadlifts (140kg) to 60 miles of cycling each week. I’m sure they will adapt, the same way my lungs are acclimatising this type of demand on the body (not that I’m pushing myself to any extreme at this moment in time).
I’m also getting some joint pains in my left knee and right elbow. Not sure what to make of them, more research required, or even a visit to the doctor.
It was quite a wet week, my times were all over the place, I had no routine, and I was overthinking everything. The only memorable bit of the week was the Wednesday morning when I was cycling to work in the morning sun, when a pristine sandwich lay abandoned in the middle of the cycle path shone brightly in it’s new plastic packaging. This sandwich made me think for remainder of the journey, questions came flooding into my head like: Is it edible? Should I go back for it? Could I find its’ owner? Who puts a sandwich flat and uncut into the bag? And the obvious question: how can you lose your lunch on the way to work? I didn’t stop, but it made me laugh a little, but also concerned about its’ now hungry owner.
At least one lesson has been learned this week, even if it wasn’t cycling related: pack your sarnies in tight.
Next week: A challenge too soon?
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