I have managed to stick to one short (2-3 mi or 3-5 km) bicycle ride most Saturday mornings and most one-weekday-I-don't-work mornings. Today I went a bit farther on an artificial errand for fish from the local Japanese grocery (darkforge could've bought fish via car, since he and Reason were out at the supermarket) because the next weekday morning is for being an informational interview resource for a slightly younger friend who wants to go from adjunct to uni staff. Whereas I walked the uphill bits the first few times---a short block apiece---today I didn't walk, though it's good that I'm keeping the rides short[*] because I want productive strain without outright cramping soreness. I still have to be a person and a parent and a household contributor and so on, despite this bike project.... The photo is from when I paused this morning, since I am building from subzero not only my bicycling muscles but general cardiovascular fitness:
If you click through to the larger version, it's not a huge hill, but it does go straight up; I turn at the pink X to go down up down to my house, or one may continue straight up for four short blocks (then down up down for a few more) to the nearest public library branch in a neighboring city. Note that we live technically in the lowlands, not the hills proper, if you know my vicinity already. Anywhere I go, it's up down up down, which kind of sucks for the subpar muscles of relevance. At least the clouds were pleasant.
* Look, I know it's unreasonable, but since I used to go fifteen miles with some frequency and topped out at 40 mi on hills (64 km)---even though that's 18-20 years ago---I am allowed to think that < 6 mi is wee, while wondering how long it will take to build back up to considering 8-10 mi (13-16 km) comfortable within a day. I embody multiple contradictions the rest of the time, so why not here. 8-10 mi is what I'll need for next school-year's commute with Reason, plus her wiggly 40 lb = 18 kg perched atop a bicycle that's probably twice as heavy as my old one. Also, this piddling effort would be so much harder mentally if I'd attained century
status before having to sell my bike to prevent repeated reinjury nearly ten years ago; i.e., conversely, let me keep my contradictions.