Of legs would be very handy right now.
I’m doing this charity biking thing in September, the Cairngorm Mountain Bike Challenge. Its my employer’s annual charidee shindig, well its now annual insofar as this is the second year in a row. Due to the imbibement of gin on an empty stomach, I talked myself into doing it back in front on my head of department. Yes, its true, I am stupid.
Training commenced in earnest at the end of May, with a couple of trips down to Glentress to have some fun on the trails there. Two things became obvious very quickly: (1) climbing hills on a bike is very hard; and (2) coming down them on a bike is a huge amount of fun.
Since then I’ve been trying to “get some miles in my legs”. I’ve managed to get out most weekends and this morning managed to do 22 miles. From my flat, up to Balerno, over the hills to Glencorse. Back over the hills to Currie, then home. This is the most exertion I’ve done in years. And this single act of exercise has pretty much ruled out all the other things I was going to do this weekend.
Why? Quite simply because my legs aren’t functioning. Has anyone got a spare set I could borrow?
