Battling the wind in Little Glenshee

“If the wind is not against you, it is not blowing” – James E. Starrs

Sometimes I find it hard to motivate myself to get out on my bike. I haven’t really figured out why; for someone who likes being out on my bike so much it does seem like a contradiction, but the problem usually rears its head at this time of year when I am yearning to put the mudguards and thermal underwear away. I’ve got a whole bucket-load of excuses, just waiting to be used: it’s too wet, it’s too cold, and I’m too tired are some of my favourites.

Last Friday was one such occasion. A couple of friends were going out for a lunch-time ride and the invitation was extended to me. I had a busy morning and to get out for a ride was going to involve some logistical shenanigans; it all seemed like too much effort. Also, despite the shining sun, the wind was blowing a hooly; a perfect excuse. However, telling my friends it was too windy was not going to cut it and thankfully my better sense prevailed. I managed to get home quickly, change and then race, well crawl would be more appropriate, out into the head wind to meet my friends.

We rode 16 miles, half of which was battling into the wind that was being hurled down Glenshee. It was tough, we cursed through our gritted teeth and we complained amongst ourselves, but as is always the case when we are on our bikes, we couldn’t help but smile; in a masochistic way, that only those who have battled into such conditions can really understand, we were enjoying ourselves. The cherry on the top came as we turned at the fording of the Shochie Burn and rode towards Glen Almond; the wind that had been our enemy now became one of life’s simple pleasures and gave us a mighty push back home.

Route details below.