I’m finding it hard to believe that it’s already two years since I embarked upon and somehow finished a totalllyyyyy mellow (NAAAAT) 450km bike ride to Paris from London. I think my butt has just about recovered, and with shots of the trip popping up on my Timehop, it brought back all the memories of sun-scorched quads, sweaty hill climbs, endless croissants, tears, tape, tools & toasts at the finish line at the Arc de Triomphe and a hobble home on the Euro Star.
I was pretty new to road riding at the time. Sure. I had a bike, and yeah I thought because I was conditioned and otherwise fit it could be pretty easy, my prep including one 55 mile ride to Brighton and some cruising around London. Needless to say riding 100 miles a day hit me like a ton of fricking bricks, and wasn’t quite the cruise I anticipated. I found my rhythm though, found my pace, found a group at my level and together we sweated, toiled, laughed, cried, ate and drank our way to the capitol of love. Sitting down in central Paris I remember thinking to myself 1) my legs, butt, hands, back, toes, eyelashes etc were all hurting but 2) a love of hitting the road on my wheels was fast ignited. Back in London the next day, recovery with a deep tissue massage (yowch) and zzz’s in bed, I remember planning my next ride, already excited at the thought of another 2 wheel adventure. Fast forward to now and I am in love with the freedom my bike can give me, how close it is to the city to be able to open your lungs and heart and explore what is here.
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