Last weekend Austin undertook his first training ride in the hills surrounding Cardiff, while on a weekend away visiting his brother. It was as expected, he ended the ride cold, aching and with snot all over his face, but at it was a start.
Since then, Greg & Austin (G&A) have settled into training in London, while Tom (T) does the same all alone in Cambridge.
The past week has been a melee of pedal revolutions and heavy breathing. Yesterday (Sat 28th) G&A embarked on their first joint long weekend ride. It should be noted that the word ‘long’ here is relative; despite riding relatively hard for 3 hours, we only covered a seventh of what is to be the London to Paris distance. Still, it was valuable time in the saddle.
The route went west through central London from the flat, and then south over the river towards Kingston. The ride was an interesting one, cutting a section through the city in more ways than one; the rugged east end, the glitzed-up Chelsea, the faux-rural expanses of Richmond Park. In the park there were lots of deer, several people on horse back, two hills and many many men attempting to cycle away from mid-life crises on very expensive bicycles.