If there is one (of many) regret(s) that I have leading up to this tri, it is that I have not spent enough time on the bike. I’ve had no excuse, thanks to a very generous friend [that's you Idran!] I’ve become the temporary caretaker of this little beauty and she’s served me very well.
Riding home tonight, when i wasn’t squealing at the passing traffic, i ‘listened’ to the bike, like really listened.
I clicked up and down as I tackled straights and (tiny) slopes, taking care to regulate my breathing so I didn’t end up panting and kept my legs going, going, going.
A few more rides and I think Little Red – that’s my name for her – and I would be more in sync but it looks like I’m going to have to make do with maybe two more (?) before the big day. Consolation: At least this year I know how to ride a road bike, last year, I had to be ‘steadied’ riding round the carpark 12 hours before the race. Yeah… Big L!
Wanna know something else funny? 48 hours ago, I didn’t realise that I should be monitoring my tyre air. Bimbo here thought it was okay that the tyres were a little soft to the touch… yeah, NO. Apparently, this is one of the reasons I’ve been so out of breath (that and my cardio sucks). On the up side, I’ve just ‘trained’ harder without realising it. So yay! Everyone wins!
Right, I think i smell… time to have a shower!
