Yesterday was interesting, and as painful as I suspected. I'm definately in no shape to be cycling 42 miles twice a week!
I got an early train in as I had a lot of kit to take back to work, though that was buisier than I would like, it wasn't really busy.
I managed to cycle as far as Ferrytoll on the way home, and called for rescue. I actually thought that wasn't bad given I've not cycled amything other than a spin bike in 2 years.
I probably cycled a week too early as I'm still heavily congested after a cold last week, and the wee hills between Cramond and Dalmeny finished me as I was struggling for breath with rattly airways over them (though the cycle has probably helped clear some of that quicker).
I also didn't realise the normal path over the bridge was closed so had another hill under the bridge as I had to go round to the other side. Anyway once you get to the top of the bridge the last mile to Ferrytoll is free so that was nice.
Also only had 5 hours sleep which didn't help either.
I also found the weight of the bike with laptop and clothes in pannier really heavy and the bike unbalanced, I'll need to find a better solution to that, or just leave the laptop at work and use my own machine at home.
Next week, hopefully more post cold I'll try and get to Dalgety bay, which I think will be realistic.
Also ambitions tempered, will do one way this side of Xmas, gradually getting closer to home, then start to do two ways in the new year.
I'm certainly not less fit than when I started cycling from Fife 11 years ago, but I am definately much less fit than when I stopped when the boy was born.
I was a bit dissapointed not to get further, but certainly not disheartened given the circumstances, I gave myself a pat in the back last night.
My calves are broken today. :D