So, cleat changed, body still suffering from a bit of a cold, and rusty from 16 days off the bike, I headed out to a special group ride. This Monday was a civic holiday. Where I live it is Simcoe day, but other parts of the province celebrate different people. Needing a holiday in August, most people don’t put up too much of a fuss.
As it was a holiday, the group met for a “recovery ride” since there was some long ride event held on Sunday that I neither attended nor paid attention to. Though I am not completely new to cycling, I am only vaguely aware of what a recovery ride is. I know it isn’t supposed to be as taxing as a race or long ride, but that’s about it. I heard several riders joking that today’s ride seemed a little long to be a recovery ride, and a little fast at times. I wasn’t really doing a recovery ride–and neither were they–so I am not sure what all the fuss was about.
We gathered at the usual spot and the oldest club member took charge. There was no set route and there was only going to be one group. we determined a route up to the lake and off we went. I have been up there a few times lately, but it is a pleasant ride with a few good hills and some long uninterrupted stretches of pavement–some of which is brand new and very smooth.
As we were a bit of a rag tag group, the pace wasn’t supposed to be too high. Of course, I had no idea what pace we were setting because I had left my cycle computer at home. I wouldn’t have any idea how fast I was going until I got back home and checked the stats on Strava. I rode 85 and a half kilometres at an average speed of 23.7. I am sure that some of my average was eroded by my solo ride home. No one to push me or pull me. I also hit a max speed of 67kms per hour. I am pretty sure this was on a descent, but it was a glorious one.
It felt good to be back on the bike. Now, I’ve got to shake this cold permanently.