It's funny, I notice when I'm riding up Torrington, all I do is count my pedalling (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8) and look for people.
I think I look for people because I need to know which direction to roll down the hill so they can call the ambulance when I crack..
Today there was a female runner going down the hill and a man watering his lawn, both on the left.
I got halfway up on a pretty good cadence before I started grinding horribly.
So, I actually intended to get a 30 min headstart on the MC Cyclery - MC Classic Ride, hoping that they would catch me at the end.
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Also, so I could record a time and compare with other riders to see how far away I am from joining the ride.
But, I left only 15 minutes earlier and I got mixed up and ended up doing the breakwater which I forgot wasn't actually part of the Classic Ride.
So the whole time I was gunning it because I thought they would catch me any minute.
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But they had actually passed me and were no where near me.
So I made it back to Maroubra and waited for the group (as they often have coffee afterward), and boy was it a group! I guess being a weekend AND a holiday period, they had the biggest group - probably more than 50 people.
I think it disturbed some of the people at Pacific Square a little.
I get so excited when I see the group, it's fun. Also, the MC groups tend to wear more colourful kits, so it's good looking. :)
Anyway, Adrian invited me to the Monday LaPa ride so I think I'll have a little rest day tomorrow and plan to do the Monday.
Embarrassing..
I went to get dressed this morning to find I'd forgotten to wash my 1 cycling jersey. (Which is basically one of my husband's jerseys that's arms are too small for him to wear, but it fits me pretty well).
I had to borrow a cycling jersey from my husband.
I could have worn another top but then I'd have nowhere to put my phone / keys / muesli bar (cycling jerseys have pockets at the back) so the choice was between night time fluro orange jersey and the OricaGreenEdge jersey and I didn't feel ready to break Rule 17 yet.
So I went the night time jersey, which in hindsight meant:
- I would definitely be seen on the road
- People didn't want to go near me because I was hurting their eyes
Oh well.
P.S. We're now officially cyclists (cause the lycra wasn't enough to give that away) I've blu tacked the Sydney Cycling Map onto the wall of our apartment.
