Today was a painful day.
Initially the idea was that we wanted to take our new bikes for a longer spin on a casual ride down a small stream on the outskirts of Barcelona, however ended up not taking the left turn when we should have. Instead we headed straight down the coast, pedaling consistently with no stops. The mild heat of the sun, unnoticeable, with an amazing breeze from the coast was the perfect combination for our Sunday bike stroll.
Where?
That always ends up being the question, but since we like to push ourselves we decided to just keep going and enjoy the scenery. After roughly being 23km out and just passing Premia de Mar, a small coastal town, we decided to take a break, cruise a bit through the city and enjoy the rays of the sun. It was only when we sat down that I could feel my feet, calves and thighs. Not intense but soothing. That feeling of having done something. A light stretch and some liquids to replace the lost fluids.
Heading Back.
Twenty minutes later, back on the bikes and back towards Barcelona. Slightly speedier, Renata’s 29 inch wheels turned like a monster truck, while my 26”s spinning a tad slower, meaning more push on my behalf. Approximately 3km in towards our trek back and then came that chicken.
Chicken, meet Hermann.
Burn, baby, burn. Partially into our return ride I could feel my thighs hardening and my calves burning. Keeping a steady respiration and shaking it out to the point where I would need to shake my legs out every so often to get the heavy lead feeling out. You know that pain that you get once muscles harden, and you feel a continuous burning sensation? That’s how I imagine a good roasted chicken must feel (doesn’t make sense, I know). Nonetheless, into Barcelona every stop light became a small sigh of relief and upon arrival of our front door the pain, which was simply a head thing by then, felt so good. A mix of adrenaline and having accomplished something, gave me that feeling of “OMPHF!”.
Its time to get back into form!
