In July 200 kms is a good weekend of riding. In January, it’s a record.
A run of 15 straight dry days and a few fortuitously sunny Fridays meant ample opportunities to bundle up and ride in a month when I’m usually lucky to get out once or twice. And even then, it’s more likely to be trail rides on the mountain bike as the roads are gritted up with sand and sludge.
But this year, with December’s snow melted and long-since washed away, we’ve already managed to convene a couple of unofficial FRF rides, including one on New Year’s Day as well as some privateer efforts. And not all of them have been slacker, flat roll-outs.
There have been climbs.
Including the Patterson Hill (700 metres @ 11% with stretches of 14 and 15 per cent), Joffré climb (800 metres @ 9% with one segment at 17.5%) and my earliest-ever ascent of Burnaby Mountain.
Of course, whenever we’re blessed with unseasonably fine weather, it’s important to approach every ride as if it will be the last for awhile; the snow or snow will start to fall, the roads will grunge up. It’s inevitable we’ll pay for this fine January with a foul February, a miserable March or an awful April.
But right now I look at those kms as bonus mileage, a good start to the season, a springboard to good fitness.