If I remember correctly, it’s been a long time since I’ve cycled “early” in the morning during winter.
Actually, now that I think about it, my last cycling during winter mornings might have been a lot more recent than I realise.
With that being said I’m going to say that it has been a while as I know that, even if it is more recent than I am thinking, the last cycle during winter was a while ago.
I hopped on the bike this morning for the first time in a few weeks. My focus has been elsewhere a little too much and I used rain as an excuse, but I’m back on the bike once more.
It was a cold ride this morning.
Somewhat enjoyable, but still cold so essentially I’m going to have to get used to the cold once more.
Due to injuries I felt the cold a little more, but it wasn’t enough to deter me.
So, with my referring to a while, I’m thinking about when I started my longest run with a company which started in 2008. It’s the same one that made me redundant in 2015.
When I first started with said company I was at a different office doing customer service under a different contract. It was tech support in Pennant Hills. Within six months (and a few days after the start of 2009) I was on a new contract and at a the office working under the contract that I would see carried through until the redundancies in 2015.
Anyway, during the first part of my tenure I began cycling a bit more. I think it was within a couple of months. My starting hours became earlier which I appreciated a fair bit as it meant that I also got out of work earlier. Seven in the morning to quarter-past-three in the afternoon.
I liked to get to work about an hour early and that meant I’d be waking up either at five in the morning or about ten to fifteen minutes beforehand. Due to where I was living and the infrequency of trains to Pennant Hills I would cycle to Burwood Station.
My bike was heavier than the one that I currently have (although not heavier by much) but it didn’t bother me that much, probably due to my being in a rush to get up and get out and go to work.
I could feel the cold of the morning a lot more than I had wished and by the time I would get onto a train I didn’t have much feeling in my hands.
A few minutes after being on the train and I would feel my hands warm up. I always found the way that they would tingle as they warmed up to be a most pleasant feeling.
When I got off the train I would cycle up to work despite it being close as it saved a bit of time. Usually it was a bit warmer by this time due to it being closer to six in the morning than it being closer to five.
I’d be at work around six and I’d be able to relax before the start of my shift.
As I kept this routine going for a while the cold stopped bothering me as much.
the cold was something to put up with as it wouldn’t last long enough to be an issue, but at the start I found it to be a little problematic.
So I’m thinking about how I used to deal with the cold and now I’m a little more precious about the whole thing and I wonder as to why.
I could say it is due to being a little older and a little more injured, but I don’t think they are reasons that hold up under scrutiny as there’s still plenty of things that I (think I) do that could be seen as unwise.
Well, it wasn’t the most pleasant cycle this morning, but it could have been much worse. It was a little longer than what I had previously done during a winter morning, but it’s not enough of a deterrent at this stage.
There’s something about cycling during winter in the mnorning that really makes you feel alive, or something.
Either that or there isn’t. I should probably say something about how amazing cycling during the cold is, but in the city it’s not anything amazing. It’s not necessarily bad either. It’s just something that is.