Hailstones on a sunny day in June! Who could have predicted it? Well certainly not my cycling buddy’s weather forecast: it has become something of a private joke between us that we should expect the opposite to what her weather forecast states!
Dressed simply in cycling jackets and shorts – given the sunshine when we set off – the unexpected battering of hailstones blurred our glasses, chilled our arms and legs and quickly soaked through our lycra! There really is nothing quite like the great British weather and yet I would do it all again, as today is the first time I have been back in the saddle since my enforced no strenous exercise ban for a couple of weeks post-cardiac ablation.
Aside from jogging alongside my little one on his bicycle, this was my first serious test of my modified heart-rate! Was I scared? Absolutely not; but I could certainly feel nervous excitement coursing through me before I set off!
It was a little like cycling in someone else’s body! Bizarrely, where previously cycling uphill felt much like my Mini Cooper’s supercharger kicking in: with my heartrate speeding up pretty fast, today I felt a bit like I had borrowed an old four-wheel-drive: a bit sluggish to get started, with my heartrate not racing into its familiar speed, yet quicker to settle back to normal. But then again, I could just be looking into things too deeply!
Looking forward to the next ride; albeit preferably (📢 did you hear that Petra?! 📢) without the hailstones!