I went on my first bike ride of the year on Saturday. It wasn’t particularly exciting, an hour-long attempt to see where my fitness is at, and to start some kind of recovery back to the cyclist I was before the flu hit me over Christmas. I rode almost 5000km last year, and saw myself as a proper cyclist. Only in December I completed my first Audax, and thought I was about to enter a whole new era of long distance riding.
However, my 2024 ended with some unplanned time off the bike, followed by more of the same due to the flu, which I wouldn’t recommend. The worst of it is over, and I am basically getting there, but my lungs still have some way to go, and any sort of heart rate elevation still feels like an assult.
