• Reasons to love cycling, no 1 - eating

    Word.

    I've just been looking at the routes for last weekend's Tour of Wessex, particularly the final day. Hurrah to everyone who gave it a bash! Dunkery Beacon and the climb East from Crowcombe are hard, Christ knows how they will have felt after three days' peddling.

    I hadn't planned to ride at all this weekend, but today my girlfriend had a spot of work to finish, so I took my spongy steel commuter for an impromptu spin around Surrey. Good fun, and jolly pleasant for being a gentle run. I stuck to a flat ride out from/ back to Brentford, with a few (only a few) climbs tucked into the middle.

    I did snag my left knee a bit while climbing, which I could have done without. I've had similar before, I reckon it comes from pulling up too sharply at the back of a pedal stroke, which tugs at my knees' ropes and pulleys. S'nothing major; though I now sport a small swollen (and ever-so-slightly tender) patch in the rear of my knee, sitting over what must be a ligament (I'm not very good with anatomy). I just need to be a bit smoother on the pedals when climbing fixed, tis all, while a short spell of not asking too much from my pins will sort them out, I'm sure.

    Finally back on the road bike.

    Nice one.

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