Portia’s Island

Pastilan, dili diay lalim aning biking.  Today, we went 26 km south to Malatapay market,and it seemed to me it was the hardest thing I had to endure since I gave birth to Orrin almost 8 months ago.  Maybe it was the slight congestion I was having, but mostly it was because my sorry ass, out of condition body was just not ready to tackle something that required endurance. Two years ago, this would have been no problem, because I was active, and always hiking. But after being almost sedentary for a year, this was really hard. 

It is so not fair. My husband, who smokes about 5 sticks a day,and weighs about twice as me (hence the higher wind resistance) was not even near exhaustion.  We have been biking off-road around Dumaguete since last week in preparation for field work, and he felt I was ready to tackle 25 km of almost flat terrain.  Almost flat ka da. The smallest incline felt like a huge hill. My bike had good gears, so it was not that difficult really. The route was simply long, and it was me that was out of condition.

So when we reached Malatapay and delivered the letter I was sending to Selinog, I swallowed my pride and said I was taking the jeep back.  Indi na ni ya kaya ng powers ko.  5 km under the hot sun is ok, but 25 km is just too much.

Not that this will stop me from getting on the bike. It is the exercise I enjoy the most next to dancing (it is an exercise, no matter what others might say).  Only that next time, I will take it easy. Aim for 15 km next time,and then 20, and then 25. So maybe next month, I will not have to swallow my pride and load the bike on top of the jeep when we have reached Siaton, which is further away.

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