I had fully expected to spend it as a bike widow. Hubby had plans for a long cycle with his buddies today and a motorbike ride for tomorrow or Monday. I was just going to amuse myself.
Instead, together we cycled a grand total of 76.5km (47.9 miles).
Before now, the longest I'd road-cycled was 17km. Yesterday I'd hoped to take a slightly longer route than normal (between the banana cake and the hot cross buns I'd been over my calorie-guide limit all week, plus I hadn't exercised since Wednesday and with it being Easter there wouldn't be any gym classes all weekend) so hubs and I set took off along the Bayside from Brighton to the Westgate Bridge.
29.5km (18.4 miles) there and back.
Ride 1, Good Friday : 29.5km - Brighton to Westgate Bridge and back
It felt fantastic and the Mr. was so proud of me, the spin classes are definitely paying off. We hadn't even got half way before he declared to me, "you're so coming with us tomorrow" and texted his buddies to tell him I'd be joining them.
I was so apprehensive. I planned to write all about it last night. Even after the triumph of that day, the thought of being the slow-poke, trailing behind and making people wait for me, kept me awake.
Thankfully there was still a part of me sure I could do it. So I went along and I DID do it.
47km (29.4 miles) and they didn't have to wait for me!!
Ride 2, Saturday : 47km - Point Cook to Williamstown and back
My joints were toast by the end of it, it was probably a good hour or two before my knees would bend without extra persuasion again, but by that time I was tucking happily into barbecue chicken and potato salad so had very little care.
I know I'll sleeep well tonight and will no doubt be stiff tomorrow but right now I'm very very proud of myself.