Cycling Fun

The body is not what it once was.

This morning, I went on a bike ride on a walking/cycling trail that runs adjacent to the M1 freeway and follows Gardiner Creek.

It’s an easy trail, barely any hills except for little bridges that take us over the creek. On the trail, we go past football and soccer ovals, tennis clubs, and cross over roads. There’s always other people walking or cycling; exercising with their dogs or friends, or young mums pushing prams with their baby wrapped up and snug.

And of course, there’s always the Lycra-clad cyclist. The serious ones. The type that (generally speaking) think they’re superior to every other person. You can tell this, because they simply do not use their ding-ding bicycle bell to warn they’re coming up behind you. It’s beneath them, you see. So instead, they swish past at lightning speed and frighten the bejesus out of an ordinary, unfit, middle-aged woman puffing along.

Yes, that’s me.

And now, back home, I have sore knees, an aching butt and tight hip flexors.

But, it’s still fun. So I’ll continue to cycle along the track once or twice a week and see if their self-importance can stop me!

Photo by Christin Hume on Unsplash