I do hope you don’t believe this post to be about wind as bodily function as it is certainly not. Today has been a day of large windy proportions. This morning I took the executive decision to ride to work on a bike with gears. The theory behind this being that firstly, I knew it was going to be windy and secondly, I need some practise time on the new bike to get ready for racing it in mid-February.
This morning’s ride was uneventful other than the feeling of ‘pace’ on my ride in. I deliberately use the word pace as speed doesn’t feel like the right word. I generally associate speed and cycling with pedalling hard whereas pace is something that happens on those days when it all comes together and you’re not working super hard but still seem to be moving at a fair old lick. This morning was one of those days, I suspect it would have been my fastest ride to work, but as I failed to start the timer on my gps until half the ride was done, the record doesn’t stand.
The reason for my pace this morning became obvious the moment I stopped, it was blowing a gale and it was blowing straight up my arse. The ride home therefore, was going to be slog. In reality, it wasn’t too bad. The bike felt good, I’m getting used to the ‘taking off’ feeling when a cross wind catches the deeper section front wheel (I can only imagine what disk wheels feel like in a cross wind). I made it home in one piece and quite enjoyed the challenge. My knee felt fine, my back felt a bit tight but nothing compared to last week. I’m back in the game!