So, I\’m back in Portugal, at home. I potter out on the bike as I like doing that.
I\’m not, of course, at nearly 50 years of age, a \”serious\” cyclist. I just like pottering along though the countryside for 20-40km because, well, you know, I find it fun.
Yesterday and today it wasn\’t fun. I just couldn\’t make it up hills that I can normally ace. No, I had plenty of liquids, wasn\’t going too far.
Am I ill or something? Some horrible lurgy draining my energy? I have that cancer already that is going to kill me?
I had thought it was a little warm today so I looked up, after my failure, the temperatures. Where I am it\’s 35-40 oC.
Hmm. Perhaps I should check the temps before I go off pedalling, not after? Or even just look at the animals (5 cats, 3 dogs). If they are hiding in shady corners, maybe a fair skinned Englishman should not be trying to peddle up Portuguese hills?