Apyatez 512

Looking at the above picture just shows how wrapped up against the elements I and the other riders were.

My legs and especially my knees were sore from the previous days long hilly ride, and I seemed to be in a bad mood from the min we set off from the Esso garage on Scarborough rd.

It is a strange thing to do when you are not in the mood for it , cycle into a strong head wind for 2hrs, freezing cold hands and feet. All i could think about was how sore my knees were and how much my undercarriage was hurting but i set off anyway. I wanted to turn back at Grindale but thought just half an hour more and kept making this deal with myself all the way to Scarborough. It wasn’t until we  were heading back that I started to enjoy it. By the time i was back in Bridlington I was smiling again.

Road cycling seems to evoke this sort of feeling, about enduring the training or the race, and seems to attract the sort of people that can endure and carry on making bargains with themselves to just go to the next point, then the next then the next.

Is it enjoyment that we get out of it or is it more a sense of achievement of over coming something, either the conditions or our own weakness?