Cycling 52 Miles: London To Southend
We are the champions, my friend. Recently I had the pleasure of cycling 52 miles, from London to Southend. I say "pleasure" in the loosest sense. My ass felt so sore, I walked like John Wayne for two days. The whole event was a random occurrence. A friend was planning to complete the circuit with his wife. Unfortunately she pulled-out with injury, so he asked me if I fancied it (the bike ride, not his wife). Without thinking, I agreed. I'm moderately fit, how tough could it be? I guess with hindsight, I jumped into it too eagerly. I didn't want to bottle it, and let down a friend. I resumed cycling, just last year. Back then, my focus was to remain fit and fend-off the "dadbod". If you've read my ' Cycling: Embracing The Bike, Tour de Dad ' post, you'll know my story. My longest cycle was 20 miles; well short of 52 miles! It probably screamed "mid-life" crisis. My wife certainly thought so. The good news is, I survived and...