Monday 5th February
I don't think a detailed training log would be particularly interesting, but here are a few random thoughts which passed across my mind during the 9-mile commute to Halifax this morning (which is part of my new training regime).
As I set off from the house at 7:10 am "It's noticeably lighter this morning -
I can actually see the little indicators on each twist grip which tell me which gears I'm in.”
“Careful - might be a little bit of frost and ice around on the tops this morning.
“Oh, the wonders of the Nexus 8-speed hub - all those little cogs whirring round inside doing their inscrutable Japanese impersonation of a 11-34T cassette!”
“And my home-made chain tensioner which allows me to run a Stronglight triple 48/38/24 at the front, giving me the ability to get up this big nasty hill out of Oxenhope. Good technology! I am smug about that!“
“Wonder if the Rohloff Speedhub is the next step? Can I justify that expense?
You could buy 2 half-decent bikes for just the cost of the hub.”
“I'm at the top of that dreaded climb (800 feet in 2 miles). Blimey I've done it in 32 mins is that a personal best? Can't remember. Memo to self - keep a proper training log!”
“Now we're on the top of the moor. No sign of the curlews yet - must be still down at the coast or wherever they get over winter.”
“Only one car has passed me this morning – usually get 4 or 5 - (this is the old packhorse trail out of Oxenhope which is not sure if it's a road or not). Maybe it’s because this is Monday, and my usual day for the journey is Tuesday.”
“Look at the wind turbines to see which way the wind's blowing - looks to be coming from the North (just a breeze though), so I'll probably have a slight Hedwig going home.”
“Now we can start enjoying the ride. The next 7 miles are downhill (although the last couple have quite a bit of commuter traffic).”
“Mind flowing free now - Cycling is My Salvation! Shout it from the hilltops! Messrs. Shimano and Campagnolo versus Mr. Clarkson we have right on our side,
speaking of which, watch out for that 4x4 on the right hand side.”
“When the oil runs out we, the cyclists of the nation, shall lay claim to the motorways. An imagined conversation between two cyclists of the future: ‘I fancy cycling the scenic route today’ ‘Oh, you mean the old M1?’ ‘Yeah, why not?’"
I don't think a detailed training log would be particularly interesting, but here are a few random thoughts which passed across my mind during the 9-mile commute to Halifax this morning (which is part of my new training regime).
As I set off from the house at 7:10 am "It's noticeably lighter this morning -
I can actually see the little indicators on each twist grip which tell me which gears I'm in.”
“Careful - might be a little bit of frost and ice around on the tops this morning.
“Oh, the wonders of the Nexus 8-speed hub - all those little cogs whirring round inside doing their inscrutable Japanese impersonation of a 11-34T cassette!”
“And my home-made chain tensioner which allows me to run a Stronglight triple 48/38/24 at the front, giving me the ability to get up this big nasty hill out of Oxenhope. Good technology! I am smug about that!“
“Wonder if the Rohloff Speedhub is the next step? Can I justify that expense?
You could buy 2 half-decent bikes for just the cost of the hub.”
“I'm at the top of that dreaded climb (800 feet in 2 miles). Blimey I've done it in 32 mins is that a personal best? Can't remember. Memo to self - keep a proper training log!”
“Now we're on the top of the moor. No sign of the curlews yet - must be still down at the coast or wherever they get over winter.”
“Only one car has passed me this morning – usually get 4 or 5 - (this is the old packhorse trail out of Oxenhope which is not sure if it's a road or not). Maybe it’s because this is Monday, and my usual day for the journey is Tuesday.”
“Look at the wind turbines to see which way the wind's blowing - looks to be coming from the North (just a breeze though), so I'll probably have a slight Hedwig going home.”
“Now we can start enjoying the ride. The next 7 miles are downhill (although the last couple have quite a bit of commuter traffic).”
“Mind flowing free now - Cycling is My Salvation! Shout it from the hilltops! Messrs. Shimano and Campagnolo versus Mr. Clarkson we have right on our side,
speaking of which, watch out for that 4x4 on the right hand side.”
“When the oil runs out we, the cyclists of the nation, shall lay claim to the motorways. An imagined conversation between two cyclists of the future: ‘I fancy cycling the scenic route today’ ‘Oh, you mean the old M1?’ ‘Yeah, why not?’"
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