A Hard Slog

I got out last night for an hour. It was a beautiful early fall evening, temps in the 70s and the Park was not overly crowded. But it was a hard ride. I had no gas for it. I blame the plain fact that I frittered away the summer, really riding hardly at all, and we were out late Saturday drinking flagons of wine. So I am doing my penance with poor performance and sore muscles.

The days are setting shorter, gents, which means the trainer comes out from under the bed. Look in this space for ruminations on how the mind wanders while stationary.

The numbers:

Time: 1.05.27
Distance: 17.59 miles
Mx Speed: 24.1 mph
Av Speed: 16.1 mph
Mx HR: 171 bpm
Av HR: 146 bpm
Burn: 926 cals