You know one of those really long days on the bike, where you just keep riding and riding? One of those days where you aren’t sure where it will end, so you just keep pedaling and pedaling? You tick over mile after mile, growing more tired but knowing you can pedal for as long as required. But then, when you FINALLY stop, the fatigue hits you. You sit down, and that is it. You can’t pedal another revolution. You are completely exhausted.
Well, that’s been the past six months. I have just kept metaphorically physically and emotionally pedaling and pedaling. Then, finally, last weekend, it was finally finished. The US repatriation attempt was a fail. This led directly into a very busy period getting re-established in Oz. Last weekend was the first weekend where I was finally settled… for the first time since March.
So I could have ridden. I could have done a three-day ride. But I just didn’t have the oomph. I stopped for the first time in six months and that was it. I slept. I did jigsaw puzzles. I watched online music videos. I started to re-read Desert Solitaire. I slept some more. I finally exhaled. I rested.
This weekend could have been a three-day ride, too. But it’s a long weekend for both NSW and VIC, plus school holidays for both states. Living on a state border means it’s double the people out and about. So I didn’t really want to mess with all of the people…. which meant I just did a couple short rides on Sat and Sun.
Today, I rodedown into Victoria (their long weekend was Fri-Sun) to ride some minor, gravel roads I’ve not ridden before. It was my first decent ride since early August. The weather was perfect – sun, very little wind and temps in the 70sF. It was a perfect day.
Time to start getting rid of all the fat and rebuilding muscle and fitness. Magpies here we come (the flies aren’t horrid quite yet)!