A few of us headed back out on the road bike for another ride in a season that seems to be slipping away from us quickly; it’s getting cold up here in Toronto. Thankfully, mother nature gave us a bit of a reprieve yesterday and the mercury hit 30c or so by the time we were in mid-ride form. But the mornings and evenings around here are very, very cold.
I was expecting to breeze through 100 kilometres on this ride but ended up hauling my ass home in a state that probably more dilapidated than my previous ride of a similar distance. The culprit? Rolling hills. Lots and lots of hills. Whereas on my previous ride I was only met with a few challenging hills, this ride had one at every turn: conquer a hill, ride down the back end at some crazy speed, back up another hill, repeat. It was brutal. But it was an amazing test of strength and will (and I quickly found I had little of the former and a bit of the latter!).
I noticed a few improvements, though: my quads didn’t hurt at all when I got home, which was great. I was able to handle most of the hills pretty well. And I’m getting the sense that most novice riders don’t tackle 85k rides with rolling hills, so I felt pretty good about it.
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