Yesterday I had a terrific ride. It was sunny and cool so there I didn't have to contend with the extreme pools of sweat I usually enjoy. I rode a total of 15.43km and burned 743 calories (I dig my HRM) in 1 hour and 44 minutes.
In my neck of the woods, we have a nice little park trail called the Beltline. It's a converted trainbed that the city of Toronto traded for some prime downtown real estate with the rail company. Now, it's an approximately 5km long trail stretching from Mount Pleasant Cemetary at it's east end to a high wall at it's west end. Behind the high wall is a noisey expressway. It's history involves a failed 19th century passenger rail line, and an attempt in the 1960s and 1970s by the city and province to destroy entire neighbourhoods down the middle to the city to make way for an expressway. Luckily, that failed.
So, there I was yesterday, gorgeous day - sunny and cool - the trees on the edges of the trail made those pretty dappled light and dark shadows, and lots of happy walking, scooting, and cycling people. Before I had my bike, I never noticed that the westward walk travelled slowly uphill. For approximately 2 km I busted my butt pedalling myself along! I was, of course, rewarded with a lengthy coast back east, but I decided to pedal in a harder gear just to get some cadence work.
Then I rode in and around the cemetary's lovely paved roads (don't worry, cycling and walking is welcome in Mount Pleasant Cemetary). If I thought my climbing was overwith, I was sadly disappointed because I made a wrong turn and was faced with a steep steep climb up a hill. And I made it! On the other hand, if I didn't make it up the hill my only choice would be to fall over in a heap and then continue walking up the hill!
If that wasn't enough, I then realised I haven't touched the easiest gear on my bicycle since I bought it nearly two years ago. I don't know why. It's there. It's maked number 1 on my right hand gripshift. I've just never touched it. On my remaining 1.5km home (uphill, wouldn't you know) I went for broke and tried out number 1. It worked! Regardless of the 14 km I rode in an hour and a half without a break, I rode up one long hill, and two steep short hills!
Look out ridiculously long hill on Poplar Plains Road! Your butt is mine!