I'm finishing my weekend in Annapolis Royal Nova Scotia, where I rejoined the cycling lifestyle in 2009.
Yesterday I covered a little over 60k (about 35 miles) from the North Mountain to Bridgetown and back. Along the route I recalled the terrain and the places where I gassed out when I was brand new again.
I rolled past Perry's quasi-garage where I used to turn for home when I was riding 30 minutes every other day. I rolled up a steep little lump that I used to stand on the pedals to get over, rocking side to side putting my 240 pounds over each pedal to get one more stroke. I blew past the Belleisle Church that used to be my turn when I had worked up to an hour every other day. I nature breaked at Hebb's Landing where I remember being gassed on a Sunday ride with Adrian Nette.
And I rolled into Bridgetown where I had never been able to ride when I lived in Annapolis Royal and was just getting healthy.
Wow.
I felt like a champ when I turned for the ride back and covered the 25k back in 40 minutes. Even as I write this my legs are fresh and recovered, ready to ride again.
Not bad for a 50-year-old former smoker with asthma, but the journey is still just begun!
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