Cycling

Today my wonderful boyfriend and I decided to go out cycling. This seemed like a great plan, it was sunny and mostly warm, I knew where we were planning on going. Everything was set. Then we decided to drop in on my Grandmother on the way there, not the best move. We told here where we were going and on gaining that knowledge she told us the route she thought it would be best for us to take. I’ve always been told to keep the idea in mind that Grandmothers will all their knowledge of the world generally know best. So we went the way she told us to go.

<- Grandma's route
    my route. ->

See the difference!? 

Two hours later we arrive at our destination, a trip that should only have taken 40 minutes. At this point I should mention that I am not the kind of person who does a lot of exercise. 20 sit ups in the morning is a struggle, so I was pretty knackered after 2 hours of fairly quick cycling in high gears. I was glad to sit down! The boyfriend is pretty fit, and as such didn’t suffer at all...darn him. We stayed and sat in the sun for about half an hour just enjoying the surroundings and then it was time for the trip back. After about 10 minutes the both of us are getting rather saddle sore, and then to top that off my damaged knee goes crack. It’s not been entirely right since I was hit by a car a few years back, but usually it doesn’t give me much trouble. Oh boy I should have thought about it before setting off. So we have to slow right down making the trip home a bit longer than it may have been (though I worked out a more sensible route so it was nowhere near 2 hours!)

We eventually get home, the both of us less that comfortable from being sat on bicycles for so long, and me finding it difficult to walk. I have no idea why we decided to do that to ourselves, it seemed like such a good idea at the time...



Snapshot of the day.
It's hard to get a good photo while the sun is in your eyes...