I’m riding a lot. It’s raining a lot. My bike is taking a beating and so are my legs. I can ignore the pain in my legs, but not my rear wheel which was sounding like an overworked pepper grinder.
I have also been climbing a lot of hills. Not at particularly impressive speeds but I keep telling myself it’s a marathon not a sprint and that I need to keep spinning in an easy gear to save my knees. Riding a heavy bike, with a bulky backpack and soaked to the skin isn’t exactly ‘fun’ in the conventional sense of the word. But I have a plan and I’m bloody well sticking to it.