Today is time for my second training ride in the hillly countryside where my dad lives. My first one was a bit of a shock to be honest. Riding 40 km in the flat suburbs of Stockholm is something entirely different to riding the same distance here. And I didn’t even have any load on my bike. Nor is 40km even near the 100 km I’ll need to ride every day. And the hills here are very small comparatively.
I’ve heard before how cyclists get almost addicted to hills, and I can sort of see how that could happen. The burning sensation in your legs and lungs as you power up a hill feeling like a professional road racer is amazing. The fact that you’re probably moving at a snails pace makes no difference because you have nothing to compare yourself to.