On the 23rd day of Juneathon, I was going to go the extra mile, but didn’t
I went to work and when I got there, there was one of the girls I work with in the kitchen and I said I’d brought my nice bike in today and she told a clinician who also happened to be in the kitchen that sometimes I cycle home and he said where do you live? and I said Walthamstow and then I said, oops, I mean Ashford and he said that’s quite far and I said yes and it’s 13 miles down the A28 and quite busy and he said yes it is busy and I said and lots of lorries too and he said yes, lots of lorries, I wouldn’t cycle down there and then I thought if a bloke, even if he is a clinician, is too much of a wuss to cycle down the A28, then I should be scared too and so I said is there a quieter way to go? and he said yes, but it’s lots of zig-zagging around and so I thought oh, I don’t want to go zig-zagging around but when it got to about 4pm, I looked on Google Maps and plugged in postcodes from A-B, or from Canterbury to Ashford anyway, and the second route it gave after the 13 miles down the A28 one was down some quiet roads and only another mile longer and so I decided to do that and printed off the directions and FUCK ME, IT WAS 11 MILES UPHILL and I wanted to die or at least cry a bit and then I had a beautiful view for a bit and then a loooooooooong downhill bit and then I think I must have missed my turning but a sign said Wye was half a mile down the road and I thought oh, there’s a train station at Wye and only one stop from Ashford, I’ll go and get the train and so that’s what I did and I eventually got home about two and a half hours after leaving work and I was really really really really really really really really really knackered after cycling uphill for 11 miles and I swore to myself that I was never ever ever ever ever going to cycle again.
At least, not until the next time.
Stats:
Distance: 15:62 miles
Time: 2:08:09
Speed: 7.3mph
Calories: 539
Hills: 11 flipping miles of them
Well done on that commute. It needed strength and endurance.
Your next cycle ride will feel easy in comparison.
I stumbled onto your blog and had a laugh. I was expecting the punchline to be…
“…and I swore to myself that I was never ever ever ever ever going to take directions from a man again.”