Cycling is like life. Cycling with no goal is meaningless. What meaning is there cycling in circles? Or living aimlessly? Meaning comes from direction and destination. Join me in my life's journey on a mountain bike :)

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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Caught in between vs best of both worlds

Apr distance: 182 km

Seletar, 31 km. I'm sandwiched. Rain before the ride and dinner appointment after. I debate whether to ride at all. I know I should; I've already eaten a cyclists' diet. All those calories need to go somewhere. That, plus habit.

Habit is a good thing so off I go, but not on my habitual route. I take a shorter route, and create it on impulse.

Look forward to my next ride; will be crossing the 60,000 km mark, which is 1.5 times the girth of the earth.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Ride or run?

Woodlands, 49 km. It's been a sucky week, as if a vampire has been sucking my blood. Today, I'm so drained, I just want to vegetate. But that's not going to help.

Shall I run or shall I ride? I choose the latter. I'm pleased yet not surprised that once I roll, I smile. It is simple to run but to roll is better.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Sweet start, wet finish

Woodlands, 57 km. I've never had pancakes, honey, peanut butter, bananas, ice cream and conversation before a ride. The sun goes down, it is pleasant, till the rain comes down. It's not heavy, but lightning arcs repeatedly across the night sky.

"Is it safe to ride?" C asks. I guess so. Lightning flashes, but the crash of thunder is absent. In any case, while cyclists hit by cars have been in the news, I not read about cyclists being hit by lightning while on the road.

The ride started dry, with tea in the tummy and ended this way, but at least we're safe though wet.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

In the long run

Sembawang, 45 km. The last time I cycled was a month ago. Why the hiatus? Partly the rain, partly the train. No, I didn't get run over by a train. I stopped to train. For a long run. In the end, I covered 75 km last week. That's no big deal on wheels. But on foot, it's a big deal. It's my first ultramarathon.

Today, it's good to be back in the saddle. When the wheels started rolling, my face started smiling. Just like that. My face doesn't behave that way when I run. Let's face it, cycling needs way more equipment than a pair of shoes. But, cycling is more fun.

I'm a little embarrassed that today, I cycle less than I ran last week. But still, today is more fun and less pain than last week.