It’s the dread that came first. It normally arrived the previous evening, when I was usually in the pub, as one should be on a Saturday night. It was trepidation about what would be coming the next day, what would await me on my club ride.
Bike rides should be things to look forward to: the adventure, the speed, the camaraderie with your fellow riders, the sense of achievement. Club rides should be doubly exciting, really, because it should be with your peers, often your friends, all embarking on the same thing. And yet, when I used to cycle with my former cycling club, I came to dread the long Sunday rides.
