Sprightly, is not a word I would use to describe my rise from bed at 5am this morning. Although, I have to say, my enthusiasm is still tipping over. So much so that it appears I find myself going to spectate at the 2012 UCI Track Cycling World Championships this evening. Now those are words I never, never thought I would write.
I promise I’m not a bike geek. At least I don’t think so.
But back to the point: I made it out for my first training ride this morning. Every second was hell. Every. Second. In the end, I was riding for two hours all up, around a beautiful but painful lap of undulating hills and descents. Exhausted and crutch-battered, I made it into work, where the MD asked me why I was “walking funny” (what the hell must he have been thinking at that moment?!). Oh sweet, solid-saddle joy.
And I’m told it gets even better. Fabulous. Rawhide 2012.