Somewhat amazingly, even the Foo Fighters know about PMA.  Who knew?

So, where is it?  Well, still lurking in there somewhere I think.

I went for a ride with the BK Velo lot this morning.  Riding with them tends to scare me.  They’re fast, if not furious, and usually draw away into the distance with nary a backward glance, before waiting for me at the top of one incline or another.  That doesn’t scare me.  I’m plenty used to being left behind.  But I tend to find such rides less than enjoyable, and feeling like that on my bike kinda scares me.  My tentatively resurgent PMA doesn’t need the bashing.  Hey, I’m sure none of that makes any sense, but you fight your demons and I’ll fight mine 😉

But I still got out of bed at 7:15am this morning, so I could meet up with Guy at 8:30am to rendezvous with them in Brent Knoll at 9:00am.  Just because something scares me rarely means I won’t do it.  Mary Mary, quite contrary, remember?

There were, when it came to it, 5 of us.  Myself, Guy, Martyn, James and Paul.  After some discussion it was decided we were going to Langport for coffee and back.  So off we went.  And I think it actually went pretty well.  Generally being 2 + 2 + 1 meant I was either mid-group or at the back so could wheelsuck to my heart’s content.  Whether it was because Guy is on his way back from real flu, or in deference to my presence, or both, or indeed neither, no-one was hurtling off anywhere.  I kept up, other than uphill of course, and luckily there wasn’t too much of that.  So, all good.  Certainly better than feared.  But my mental arithmetic en-route eventually made it clear that the route meant I was going to be out for somewhat longer than I really wanted to be.

So when we got to the bottom of a seriously enjoyable descent somewhere near Moorlinch, I decided I would part company with the guys and head for home.  Even if that did mean going up Pedwell Hill.  Ok, I could have bailed earlier, but I actually wanted to go up a hill.  Well I thought I ought to anyway 😉  And just for once I wasn’t bailing because I felt crap or inferior.  I just had places I would rather be today.  Priorities.  It is increasingly not all about the bike.

Thanks to BKVelo for the company and the consideration.  It was good to catch up with them, and I enjoyed it.  I did, oddly, even quite enjoy Pedwell Hill.  I didn’t enjoy slogging the rest of the way back home into the wind so much, but hey, it’s resistance training right?  Strava says I was as snail-like as ever, but these days it’s about how I feel out there, and I felt ok.  So there 😛 PMA still on its way back…*fingers crossed*.

Cycling time: 2:39
Distance: 39.5 miles
Avg: 14.9 mph
ODO: 7882.9 miles