A mini-duathlon
Last year, I had planned that when the weather got better, I’d cycle down to the park or the woods and do a run round there.
But I didn’t bother.
This year, I have bothered. Yay.
I cycled 2.5 miles down to the park and looked for somewhere to tie my trusty steed. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to lock my bike to just any available railings but I couldn’t see any ‘cyclists, please fuck off and use proper cycle racks’ signs so thought it was probably ok, especially as it was probably the same railings the policeman locked my bike to when he and his colleague drove me home due to me being too pissed to cycle and falling off in front of them while they were having a cup of coffee at the petrol station one morning in the early hours after I’d got off a train from London.
After securing my bike, I ran through Bowens Fields and then on through Victoria Park, out onto the street, through a council estate, then back through the park, back through Bowens Fields, and back to see if my bike had been stolen.
It hadn’t. Result.
Then I cycled back and was very proud of myself for doing my first ever duathlon.
Stats
Cycle 1
Distance: 2.46 miles
Time: 14:39
Speed: 10.1mph
Calories: 79
Run
Distance: 2.55 miles
Time: blah de blah
Pace: blah de blah de blah
Calories: 267
Cycle 2
Distance: 2.51 miles
Time: 14:02
Speed: 10.7mph
Calories: 86
Next time take a gun to protect yourself and you’ll be more than halfway to the modern pentathlon (I think… What are the five sports again?!)
Negative splits on the cycling too! (if negative splits are what I think they are)
Is that where you’re quicker on the second half? I thought that too! But it’s probably because on the way back, I went down the footpath on the dual-carriageway, which is dead straight and not down the alleys and roads through the houses which is all zig-zaggy.
HAHHAHAHAHAHAH – you slipped that in there about being taken home by the police for being too pissed to cycle – hilarious!! Did you get a ticket???
Well done on the duathlon… and enough calorieis burned for an iced latte – lovely!
A ticket? No, they were lovely. They just said I wasn’t really fit for cycling, locked my bike up for me and gave me a lift home. They were so sweet I gave the policewoman a hug! In London, they’d probably have driven me to the police station and locked me up!
Good job on the duathlon. Glad your bike was still there. Mine got swiped when I did something similar.