I guess lots of riders time themselves over their daily commute. I never do - although I do try to get a sense of how well and fit and fast it feels! You know - some days WOW and some days yuch. In October last year I was on fire every day - 15 miles each way - city to Poplar - including 3 laps of the Isle of Dogs. Felt like I'd reached an unstated goal and I was maintaining it. Then...disaster. A mountain biking accident. Serious. Smashed pelvis, lumbar and cervical vertebra. Discussions with people in white coats about wheel chairs ...forever. I lay on my back for 4 days - had surgery to screw my broken bits back together - managed to lean on a zimmer frame and drag myself a few steps, then crutches to the end of the ward, crutches to the loo(can't tell you how good that was), crutches to a shower and eventually crutches to the café! I was sent home to recover - climbed back on my bike in March - and have since ridden the Dunwich Dynamo in 8 hours and f*cked around with the HHSB lot to Cambridge. But it's my daily commute that is the yardstick for my recovery. And I can tell you that this week I am back! On fire and up to speed and knocking off those miles with a grin and many monster pedal strokes! Feels good. Love my commute. Love cycling.
Awesome! Well done Mel!
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I guess lots of riders time themselves over their daily commute. I never do - although I do try to get a sense of how well and fit and fast it feels! You know - some days WOW and some days yuch. In October last year I was on fire every day - 15 miles each way - city to Poplar - including 3 laps of the Isle of Dogs. Felt like I'd reached an unstated goal and I was maintaining it. Then...disaster. A mountain biking accident. Serious. Smashed pelvis, lumbar and cervical vertebra. Discussions with people in white coats about wheel chairs ...forever. I lay on my back for 4 days - had surgery to screw my broken bits back together - managed to lean on a zimmer frame and drag myself a few steps, then crutches to the end of the ward, crutches to the loo(can't tell you how good that was), crutches to a shower and eventually crutches to the café! I was sent home to recover - climbed back on my bike in March - and have since ridden the Dunwich Dynamo in 8 hours and f*cked around with the HHSB lot to Cambridge. But it's my daily commute that is the yardstick for my recovery. And I can tell you that this week I am back! On fire and up to speed and knocking off those miles with a grin and many monster pedal strokes! Feels good. Love my commute. Love cycling.