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it'll defy all logic

First ride on my new road bike, a Giant Defy 2 (2014). It was SO much easier than kicking along on my old hybrid. Felt like I hardly had to work at all, most of the way.

So...why did it take me the same amount of time to get home, while burning the most calories I have ever burnt, with the highest heart rate I've had since I was in my early 20s??

I don't know! Maybe the sea breeze was harder. Maybe I'm just out of form (it is the first time I have ridden home against the sea breeze this year). Maybe it was because it was so hot. Maybe I pushed myself too hard passing a guy along the freeway - twice! (He took off past me again both times - obviously doesn't like being beaten by a girl. I laughed and figured if he needs to pass me to feel like a big stwong boy then he can have it, because all I was doing was seeing how fast my new bike can go.) I usually pace myself along there but didn't bother today.

I suppose I was also a lot more cautious, given that I was clipped into the pedals. And the ride is far less steady than my old bike.

I think it could also be that I was supporting my own weight most of the way, as opposed to a hybrid when your weight is supported almost fully by the seat.

Anyway, it felt good, and I am confident that once I have had some practise and feel more sure of myself on the bike, I'll be getting to work a lot faster. In spite of the elevated heart rate and calorie burn, it certainly did feel easier the whole way.

So - new bike purchase - happy with it!

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