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This has got to work...
Mar. 25th, 2002 02:52 pmI've dug out the bike.
I was given it for my 33rd Birthday some 4 years ago, and after some abortive attempts to get it up the incredibly steep hill between our house and the rest of the world, it was returned to the shed. When we moved to this place, it went under the house and I swore I'd get it out soon.
Soon has arrived.
The tyres are (miraculously) staying up after I pumped them up on Friday. I started with down to the first corner and back on Friday morning, up to the highway and back Saturday afternoon and around the smallest local block on Saturday afternoon.
Sunday I rode all the way to the end of this street, up the hill and around back to here. I actually got to within 5 gears of top gear (although the speed terrified me) and although I had to get off and walk up 20 metres of the steepest part of the hill, I rode all the rest.
When I got home, I could barely stand up. My thighs are sore and tired, and I was only just able to stagger to a cool bath and a nap.
I'm taking the poor bike for a service tomorrow. It's a trifle rusty and it doesn't always like changing gears. It's a basic K-mart one (but still lovely) and I'm determined to have it in the best running condition it can make. And I'm determined to use it twice a day until I'm able to make the train station and back, and can then use it to get to and from Uni. If this doesn't get me fit by my wedding date, nothing will. And if other people can give up smoking, then I can get fit. In comparison, it's nothing.
I was given it for my 33rd Birthday some 4 years ago, and after some abortive attempts to get it up the incredibly steep hill between our house and the rest of the world, it was returned to the shed. When we moved to this place, it went under the house and I swore I'd get it out soon.
Soon has arrived.
The tyres are (miraculously) staying up after I pumped them up on Friday. I started with down to the first corner and back on Friday morning, up to the highway and back Saturday afternoon and around the smallest local block on Saturday afternoon.
Sunday I rode all the way to the end of this street, up the hill and around back to here. I actually got to within 5 gears of top gear (although the speed terrified me) and although I had to get off and walk up 20 metres of the steepest part of the hill, I rode all the rest.
When I got home, I could barely stand up. My thighs are sore and tired, and I was only just able to stagger to a cool bath and a nap.
I'm taking the poor bike for a service tomorrow. It's a trifle rusty and it doesn't always like changing gears. It's a basic K-mart one (but still lovely) and I'm determined to have it in the best running condition it can make. And I'm determined to use it twice a day until I'm able to make the train station and back, and can then use it to get to and from Uni. If this doesn't get me fit by my wedding date, nothing will. And if other people can give up smoking, then I can get fit. In comparison, it's nothing.
