Getting back in the saddle

Last month, we bought a new bike for me.  I was never really an enthusiastic cyclist as a child, I owned a Tomahawk (my brother got the Chopper) but I was more a roller skate and make perfume from petals type girl.

However, I am listening to a Fitpod from Thinking Slimmer at the moment and it is encouraging me to be active!  So, after a few discussions about what I would enjoy, I remembered bike rides around a local Dam with my ex-sister in law about twenty years ago and how much I enjoyed that so I decided that cycling was the very thing.


Getting back in the saddleThe Expectation:

My goal is to use the bike to become fitter and healthier.  As a result, I will be able to run after my eldest son without almost collapsing in a heap, I will lose weight and not have to get excited when a plus size clothes store opens locally and, of course, women driving behind me will have butt envy!

When I imagined cycling this is what I saw:

I would ride effortlessly through fields, down country lanes and along the sea front with my hair flowing in the breeze.  My little basket would carry my camera for me to capture those spectacular views, along with my journal for inspired writing and, of course, bread, jam and lemonade (ok, I love Famous Five books).  I would stop at a coffee shop and sit outside in the sun, writing my afore-mentioned inspired journal entries.  People would look at me with envy – “what a calm, collected and intriguing person” – strangers would stop and ask my secret to happiness.  The sun would be shining and the wind would blow gently and give my cheeks a fetching pale pink glow.  People would stop, smile and shout “good morning” as I rode past – perhaps even an occasional doff of a cap!

The reality:

When I was going on long bike rides with my ex sister-in-law, I was also working out 6 days a week, I was very fit and about four stone lighter.   I sort of forgot this bit!

I don’t ride effortlessly.

Every push of the pedal takes effort, I hate changing gears as I have yet to make sense of them and let’s be frank here – country lanes have hills!  Not gentle inclines but big, steep, thigh-burning, heart-