Getting going is hard. Once you start, things get easier.
Providing
you’re consistent.
I am happy
to have a goal. Not only for my physical well-being, but for the health of
others. The Enbridge Ride to Conquer Cancer, Challenge Course (160km a day
times two) in June, 2012.
Not easy
though when to think back in May I was a shattered soul, hopelessly limping
around with a cane and a sling. Edging up the addiction to emotional eating.
Just cause (I fractured my pelvis and clavicle).
It’s a
minimum or should be anyway, 1.5 hours if you’re training for any kind of
cycling distance and heading out. Lately I’ve been reading about the amount of
time you can cut off a good hill climb when you’re shy the bulge.
I’m
ambitious today. Have no clue the route. These roads are new to me. Let’s see
if I can knock off two hours just for fun.
I eat a
banana. No snacks to pack. A to go cup of green tea and a water bottle.
The
Scottish mist turns to drizzle. I decide to clock my distance and time against
my Cat Eye with the iPhone app Endomondo which, coincidently shouts out each
kilometer and the time it took.
Managed to
forget my glasses, which worked out fine with the downpour that came.
The
commuter jacket and the paddling gloves kept me warm. So did the booties.
At 45
minutes I approach a long climb.
There are a
couple runners ahead of me.
Who’s going
to get to the top first I think to myself? I should be able to gitty-up and go
ahead!
I did try.
As we round
the corner I manage to pedal past.
It’s flat.
Crap, I
thought to myself. Am I that slow? Am I that out of shape?
Yes and yes. And overweight.
Yes and yes. And overweight.
All I have
to do is keep going I say to myself.
It will get easier.
To yield the
results.
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