This was originally posted to my LiveJournal blog on 10 May 2008. Ronan is my bicycle.
Yesterday morning 9am, after roughly four hours’ work in front of the computer, I looked out the window to see… a gorgeous, enticing, alluring, seductive day. No, not blazing sunshine and bright blue skies. Soft grey clouds, misty rain.
Perfect for cycling.
I exploded into a flurry of activity, preparing my wee family for a day without me. Then it was me, Ronan and the road.
I headed for Armagh, cycling through some of the most beautiful scenery in the world. At 48km, the journey there was at the upper limit of my abilities. To be honest, I wanted to see if I could do +/- 100km in one day on a route that was not as flat and easy as the one I did when I hit three digits the first time (on the Newry Canal Towpath). This route was anything but easy, though not as hard as day 2 of my three-day trip.
Coming out of Armagh, as often happens due to my brilliant navigational skills, I went the wrong way. I realised a few kilometres on that I was heading for Monaghan. An interesting weaving through farmland and windy little roads followed. I did at last find my way to Keady, and from there to Newtownhamilton.
Total distance for yesterday: 115.83km (That’s 72 miles)
Total cycling time taken (that’s only when the bike was in motion, the timer stops when the bike does): 5:51.
Odometer reading: 1020.3 km.