So, there I was, whining about fitness levels,
which got me to thinking about life, the universe, and bike commuting - specifically mine. And it quickly dawned on me that not only had the covid situation robbed* me of my fitness it had also robbed** me of my motivation to commute by bike. I realised I was making any and every excuse not to ride which, given I can put on weight by thinking about food, led to the inevitable blubber-fiend I now find myself to be.
Something had to give, or I would be a lardy-no-exercise-no-fitness-lump for EVAH! and in the end the thing that gave turned out to be my bank account 'cos I bought an electric bike.
My initial thinking was that I would supplement a couple of analogue commutes a week with 2 or 3 power-assisted ones to rebuild the fitness then slide back to more analogue riding. But then I rode the 'leccy bike and now I am a serious e-bike convert. The bike I bought is a proper, street-legal, pedelec beastie with a Shimano mid-drive motor where the assistance tops out at 25kmh. So on the flat I'm actually cruising around 27kmh with no assist but I'm getting a helping hand on the rises or into headwinds, which were exactly the situations that were putting me off my commutes.
And here's the thing that surprised me and made me that convert - Mr. Garmin says I am getting more-or-less the exact same amount of exercise as I was before. It's just now that when the le-puff, le-pants hit I know I have backup.
*well, actually, probably, really, truthfully, willingly given up on account of the fact I am a monumentally lazy pr|ck