It seems every year starts the same for me. I set grand ambitions of the amount that I am going to get out riding, running, hiking, etc., that I am going to do. Every year I do it and the first months of the year always fall a bit flat in respect to ‘targets’. I really hate to admit it, but, one of the main reasons is the weather. I’ve either grown soft since moving to Scotland, or winters are just a different kind of horrible than those that I (possibly selectively) recollect from living in Canada. Instead of layering up and getting on with it, I find myself in a shed looking at a screen of someone yelling at me to ‘dig deep’ while I ride a bike destined for nowhere. This is all well and good when you aren’t having images of sun soaked roads in warmer climates fill up your social media.
Cue the 12th of February, 2017. While I’m scrolling my way through Instagram late at night, I come across photos of friends riding a switchback. They’re wearing shorts. And short-sleeve jerseys. SHORTS. In February. They are riding Gran Canaria on a trip that I had to turn down due to a work commitment. With that commitment out of the way and my jealousy burning feverishly, I wake the next morning and find myself booking flights and accommodation for the next day. After quickly stuffing my kit in a rucksack I make my way to Edinburgh for my flight.
3 days of riding in the sun is exactly what is needed
– DAY ONE –
PICO DE LAS NIEVE
– DAY 2 –
GC60, PIZZA & ICE CREAMS
– DAY 3 –
CLIMBING TO THE SUN