Monday 17 January 2011

Cycle view...

I came back from school drop-off this morning and saw to the chickens. It was a lovely day. The high winds of the weekend had blown off to annoy someone else and the sun was warming the earth.

I don't exercise enough but this morning I mounted my rough and tumble bike and set off.

Down the hill on the village road, the self imposed breeze whipped at my cheeks and I nearly lost my oil skin hat. In the end I braked as hard as possible and whipped off my hat and dropped it into my basket. I was transported, (a little faster than I liked,) along the steep road that runs beside our furthest field boundary. There were faint signs of life in the hedgerow and I fancied I saw glimpses of young ferns, their fronds uncoiling.

It stands to reason that if you go down a hill you'll eventually need to climb it again. I rode through the village, a small collection of houses, no pub, no shop, no post office. There was a pub and a shop once, but not in our time.

Travelling in this direction, the incline back home is gradual and torturous. My heart thumped in my chest and I knew my fitness was sorely lacking since last Autumn, when I was constantly working in the garden. I confess I had to stop twice to have minor heart attacks..... but I did it. Each time I rested, and when my heart rate finally slowed and the blood thumping in my ears subsided, I could hear the delightful bubble of the running streams in the ditches either side of the road; the water pouring off the fields after the recent bad weather.

What a treat. I think I'll try again tomorrow.

5 comments:

  1. Hmm I have a bike, maybe I need to get off my arse and start using it!

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  2. Bonkers! Quite bonker but the buzz is addictive isn't it!

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  3. What's wrong with chocolate and a fat arse? Not saying you've got one of course!

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  4. TheMadHouse: If I thought about my arse on the bike and the poor unfortunates who power up behind me in their..... well, tractors, I shudder..... Have blocked the picture from my mind.

    I went out again today... actually my cycle = +2 points in Weight Watcher speak... so last night I spent my hard earned points on a whisky!

    Actually I might go out again in a minute... wonder how many times I need to go round the village in order to drink a bottle of wine?.... hic!

    Tattie: NOT addictive... I am 'Desperately seeking Endorphins.' When the hell do they kick in?

    Wyle: I had both, but I ate one..... You decide! I am now concerned that my arse doesn't hurt at all, bearing in mind that I haven't cycled for at least a year. Clearly I have way to much personal padding on my gluteus maximus!

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  5. Oh that sounds absolutely lovely! What a great way to drink in the world AND burn calories! ;-)

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