Did eighty miles, not quite the hundred....but close.

I went for a nice ride on Sunday. The weather was lovely, the daffodils in full bloom, the birds singing in the sky.....and me knackered on my bike. Actually it wasn't that bad. In fact I felt really comfortable. My bum was a little sore but apart from that it was fine. I fell off again, twice in a couple of days. This time I fell onto pavement so it hurt a little more than the first time but it was as embarrassing. I was crossing the road via a cycle path on the East Lancs. One guy gave me the nod to cross but the guy in the car next to him, who was not young, sped off as I was about to cross the road....down I went like a sack of spuds....he wasn't a gentleman at all, and I told him so...as you can imagine.
I couldn't believe how many other cyclists were on the road on Sunday, there were hundreds. I was overtaken quite a few times by guys on really nifty road bikes...and an elderly woman with a full shopping basket on the front of her handle bars. I told you I was slow.
It was a good day out. The riverside at Chester is great. I noticed that the guys who run the pleasure cruises up the river have wear captains uniforms. Does that mean then can marry me.....not me in particular but you know what I mean.
I had a cheese burger and a can of coke for my dinner, hardly healthy but filling. I am going to have to get used to eating and drinking more regularly. I tend to wait until I am thirsty or hungry before I have something...apparently not the thing to do. I've been reading a few articles in a bike magazine I was given. It advised me not to do my expected total daily distance on my practice runs. I intend to do between forty and fifty miles a day from now on. There will be some days when I won't be able to do that.....work commitments etc but I am going to try.
As I have already said it will be as much psychological as it is psychical. I have noticed I am a lot stronger on the way back than I am when I am cycling away from home. Perhaps I was a homing pigeon in a previous life, or just a home bird at heart.
We're having a meeting on Wednesday to reassess our strategy...it means pizza, beer and chatting about how we move the project forward. I get the feeling that it is going a little flat...but it will be sorted.