Since Saturday was embarrassing

I jumped back on the trainer Sunday morning with grand plans to make amends for my abysmal showing the previous day.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Suffice it to say, 24 hours does not a brute cyclist make. Sunday was clearly no better and in fact may have actually been worse. I started off strong and got through the first 40 minutes at a decent clip.

Then out of nowhere, old age struck me down. Obviously it was from the strain of the previous day, but my left knee decided it’d had enough of this nonsense and went on strike. Funny thing was, the easier the pedaling the more it complained.

Standing up to ride worked quite well, so I silenced it’s mutiny with that action. But then, as soon as I was seated again, the protests would come right back. Now, I have no want to hurt myself, I’m just not into that sort of thing, but I did keep going with the hope that if I at least kept pedaling to the end I would strengthen and loosen my knee like the way it used to be last year.

I did make it to the end of my ride, but it wasn’t elegant. I’m quite surprised at how absorbent those cycling jersey’s really are. :)

I have some ground to make up that’s for sure. How am I going to show off my new bike if everyone’s passed me?

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