Monday, April 27, 2009
At Least there are Endorphins
I am taking another break from my blogging break to check in and tell you that Cuppa and I went cycling this morning. I know that it's not exactly earth-shattering news, but it's about all I have to offer these days.
Several years back, we did a lot of summer cycling, almost pedalling 2000 km one year. But that was in Lambton County where the terrain is flat and times were different. Here we've had injuries and babysitting and ... hills: the combination of which kept us off the bikes completely last year. But we've already been out a few times this year, just sauntering around town ... if it's possible to saunter on a bicycle, that is.
However, this morning we went on a real pedal. It wasn't all that far, only 17 km, but it was enough. Our typical ride back in Lambton was 30 km, but the local terrain seems to make every kilometre worth two or three of the flat Lambton countryside, so we don't really count mileage or kilometerage seriously any more. (It's true, I've hear it called kilometerage but only by officials at the board of education — I mean to say that I was a teacher but really — kilometerage?)
We stopped and greeted these horses on our journey. The three above were on one side of the road and the donkey (below) was on the other. He brayed when we left, maybe because we hadn't paid him enough attention.
Anyway, we came home rather worked out. Several years later and more than several pounds heavier, we're not as fit as we were. But I feel good. I have puffed and panted, and my puny muscles have been well worked, but the endorphins that result from physical effort seem to be flowing freely.