The impossible bike ride

My legs are pumping, sweat drips from my brow, trickling down my nose, my hands are slipping on the grips and through half shut eyes I watch the distance slowly rise.

More! Faster! COME ON!! I silently urge myself, blocking out the slow burn of acid in my muscles, pushing myself on, adrenalin surging round my body whilst I gasp for air.

The timer counts down, seconds to go, I know I won’t make it but I have to try, all the way, 100% until there is no time left, push push push, the pedals spin and my legs scream at me to stop.

The timer hits zero, I sit up in the saddle and gulp down air. Huge mouthfuls, a drowning man saved. My legs slowly calm as I slow down.

I look down at the display, hoping for the distance I want, the distance that was set, the target that spurred me on.

The LCD glows. 10.4km.

I silently curse.

I slowly cool down, stretch my legs and head home. Why can’t I do it? Why am I so far away from it? I’ve done it once before, mere weeks ago, what is wrong with me??

And then it hits me.

Two weeks ago I sat back after spending 40 minutes on the bike. I ‘travelled’ 12.1km. Excellent, I thought. A good target. Since then I’ve only managed around 10km, quite a drop, and it’s taken me until now to realise why.

I’m only cycling for 30 minutes.

My brain is trying to kill me.


  1. mum said:

    ‘My brain is trying to kill me’
    Mine too, think it’s hereditary?
    Question to significant other at the weekend ‘Why didn’t you get the Sunday Times?’
    The quiet put-down… ‘Cause this is Saturday’.

    July 14, 2009
  2. Ian's Mum said:

    Hi, Gordon’s Mum, us too.

    Ian’s Dad looking at a film on his Archos ( like a tiny dvd player).. ‘Is there any way to brighten this picture?’

    Me ..’Taking off your sunglasses may just help!’

    July 16, 2009
  3. mum said:

    Hi Ian’s Mum

    Tee hee!

    July 17, 2009

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