Get back on the bike!

I did that today - got back on the bike. 2 years ago I was riding every day - 16km round trip as I lived just behind the bike track. Since I've moved in with Dave, I've hardly ridden, even though the bike track is ACROSS THE ROAD. Today, I bit the bullet, pumped up the tyres, whacked a water bottle in the holder, put my sunnies on and earphones in, and away I went.

Thighs burning, butt screaming, pedalling like a maniac... I was home. I LOVE riding. I forgot how much I LOVE riding. I love that I can get on the bike, and go. Go somewhere. Feel the wind on my face, the sun on my arms, the sweat all over. My heart races, mainly from excitement, a little from the exertion.

I rode 21km this afternoon, in about 75 minutes. Not a strenuous ride by any stretch, but more of a leisurely ramble. The new bike track was lovely to explore - it's not new to anyone except me, in fact it's very old and poorly maintained. It runs along the Western Ring Road and I somehow managed to end up nowhere near where I thought I was. I really need to get onto Google Maps and work out if there's a way I can ride to work. 

I live about 25km from where I work, and it's probably closer to 45km on bike paths as they tend to meander. If I was to ride to work, I'd ride in the morning one day, have Dave drive me home and to work the next day, and then ride home

Oh... and I saw a bunny!!!