I recently had a party, and a mate of mine left his bike round my flat. As he lives in North London, and I live South, he decided he couldn’t be bothered to pick it up for a while, so I decided to ride it around instead of my Vespa for a bit. Why not, I thought? Get in shape for summer.
My god is it tiring. The first ride I did I had to sit down for about half an hour afterwards to recover. But slowly, ever so slowly, it got easier. And now, when I ride somewhere, I actually feel energised rather than dead. Which is better, I think. Also, I’ve discovered the joys of Wandsworth cycle routes and being able to ride in the bus lanes. And yes, I do feel fitter. A bit, anyway.
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