I'm not sure if Andrew sensed the fact that my riding legs are still a way off or if it was the limited time we had before I needed to get back for childcare duties but either way we settled on a time rather than a distance.
I'd travelled up to Whitely, Yorkshire, to ride in Howden's country as historically Andrew had come to me to sample the beauty of the Peak District and the hard work of them thar hills! This time was my time to visit Yorkshire.
He'd told me it was flat but bugger me...it was unnerving!
The ride itself was interesting, not so much the scenery as a fair bit of it was on busy roads, but just in the psychological aspect of a longer ride. There's something difficult about the sight of a long straight road in front of you. Obviously the wind whips around, in fact the return leg seemed to be directly into a head wind! I liked the challenge of maintaining the ride over a longer distance, the challenge of having to continually pedal, hills you can power up and then coast down if you want to. But what surprised me more was that after the 90km ride I still had more in my legs and feel that I could have continued to the 100mile mark. In fact as I write this my legs feel no more sore than if I'd done a 5 mile run. Brilliant!
All in all this was a great ride for me and it's got me thinking...it's about 100 miles to the east coast from my house.....fish and chips anyone? ;o)
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