Longer distances

Since buying my shiny road bike a few months ago, I have progressively gotten addicted to the masochistic joy of suffering on it. It started out as a way of getting fit, taking care of my heart and lungs, losing some flab.

Its become the easy access to freedom and satisfaction (endorphins most probably) that I once got from hillwalking now on the bike grinding away up the hills. From humble beginnings around the burbs for a slow 10Km slog, suddenly I'm planning 60Km rides to start at 5am on the weekends...

Its slowly becoming an obsession...magazines, gear, sleeping early!, DVDs, planning holidays around mountains I'd like to climb...

Beating those pensioners who pass me by on their commuter bikes is now my mission....I swear they must be ex-olympians!

Here's to good weather for 100Km this weekend!