Yesterday for the first time in a long, long while, we took the road bikes out for a spin.

There are all sorts of reasons why we haven’t been out, but if I’m honest, cycling hasn’t really been a priority for us. And I’m getting my riding fix on the SML commute on Corey-the-bike..

We threw (gently – those carbon frames are fragile!) the bikes in the back of Panzo-the-car, drove to Woolooware then rode to Kurnell and back. It was a really beautiful morning and the ride was excellent – I’ve missed it!

Miraculously, what we didn’t do was track our pace or our distance – or anything. When taking a break at the turn around point we wondered how we’d turned this into such a super-competitive activity. Recently, we’d rarely be in the moment because we were pursuing better stats (further! faster!) – in retrospect, that really diminished the enjoyment.

In just over one month we’re entered in the slightly terrifying Sydney to the Gong ride. I have no problem with the distance (80km+), but I am terrified of the hills. Terrified. I wish I’d had these amazing flashes of insight before I’d handed over the entry fee!

As it is, if I decide that I don’t want to go through with it, I’m okay with that and will be kind to myself!