Sunday 14th August. 20 miles today (-:

What can I say but….

WOOO HOOO

We went to Cannich for the papers again, followed by a cuppa and a read at the Bog Cotton Cafe before setting off home. Bearing in mind this is the first day of week 4 of our cycling efforts, we are mightlily impressed with. Should some club rider happen across this blog, I doubt they will think its impressive, but we are not club riders – but won’t rule it out in the future – just 40+ slightly overweight people trying to make a difference to our lives.

Today, we rode the back road, which basically means that we cycle down “Dolly Parton” hill, as we have now called it, into Struy and left at the Struy Inn and rode along as if we were riding the Red House ride but we turned Right, and up the hill, instead of left and down. We had forgotten how undulating that road it, and I am pretty sure its more up than down. It is a lovely ride though. When we started off, the sky was grey and a bit forboding but after a while, it stopped drizzling and spitting and the sun came out. We stopped at a high point and took our rain jackets off and wrapped them around our middles. 2 minutes later, it started to rain again, but we were boiling hot so pedalled on regardless. Once at the end of the backroad, we turn right and join the main A831. We pull onto this road very gingerly as the cars just fly down there, like mad things. The moment we are on the main road, we have a lovely downhill into Cannich and then cycled past the cafe and then turn left to the paper shop. Once we have the Sunday Paper in our hands, we back track to the cafe for a well earned cuppa.

We made good time and were mightily impressed with ourselves. The bike shed to the cafe (via the shop) is 9.38 miles which we covered in 45.15 minutes. Coming home, we took the main road the A 831 back to Struy but instead of stopping at the top of Dolly Parton hill, we kept going to our neighbour, William’s, house, some 1 1/3 miles further ahead. The logic being is that we don’t have to finish having got up the hill. Hmm, that worked well, not. Once up the hill, there was a fabulous downhill which saw us getting over 25mph on our tatty old bikes. We turned at William’s house and plodded up that blasted hill, which is a lot less fun going up as it was going down. Neither of us will ever moan about Dolly Parton Hill again, honest. We did get to finish the ride on a slight down hill bit and into the gate and finish at the bike shed as normal. We might have been panting a bit and questioning the wisdom of the extra bit. The ride home, including the extra to William’s and back came to 10.94 with a moving time of 52 mins and 32 seconds.

Both of us have recently downloaded Google My Tracks, onto our phones. It took my phone forever to connect to a satellite but Kenn’s connected right away so we’ll use his data today. Its a brilliant little programme, we can email ourselves the data and look where we have been on our computers. Oh, hold on, our geekiness is showing!

Our next long ride is scheduled for Thursday coming, our day off work and when Kenn gets to pick up his funky new bike. Tomorrow will be a shorter ride but not too short, even if I have to poke Kenn with a stick after a long day’s grooming.

Raffie

Goal:          1000.
Miles today:   20.32
Miles to date: 121.36
Miles to go:    878.64
Max speed:  25.19
Ave speed:      12.46
Feelings:      Fan-flipping-tastic!

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About RosieRosie

RosieRosie is a woman of a 'certain age' - whatever the hell that is supposed to mean, known. I feel about 26. I have no idea what I look like as some older woman keeps getting in the way when I look in the mirror. Married, to someone who is a bit indifferent towards me. I have a proper wanderlust and have finally moved - using the housing exchange system from - where I started in Inverness, down to Cornwall. It's taken since September 2011, when I left Inverness until March 2016 to get to Cornwall. That's not too shoddy with a swap here and a swap there, saving up again for each move. I am going to move again though. I can't handle the hills. My knees are 10 years too old for around here. Not ruling out Cornwall in the future but, for now, my riding is suffering. I love my bikes, I love my dogs and I love guitars. They all keep my busy.
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