Jen Slater Thu, Feb 13 2014 Likes2 2 Comments Facebook 0 Twitter 0 A Slice of Motivation Apparently, at the mere mention of food, my whole face lights up. If I’m feeling a bit down or tired or, you know, hungry, even the sight of something to nibble on instantly perks me up. I'm not high-maintenance, just peckish! So when faced with a 7am alarm on a cold and soggy Sunday morning before the sun was even up, the thing that got me out of bed and pedaling was cake. Promise that, if I managed to survive the first half of my club ride, the reward would be sweet and accompanied by tea. For some, fresh air and beautiful scenery are motivation enough to saddle up but not for this novice of a novice. As the slowest and most inexperienced member of the rides, I’m terrified of every car and corner, every lorry and pile of leaves, every descent and drain cover. It's quite hard to enjoy your surroundings when it seems everything you cross could result in falling off and being crushed by a deer or your own bike. In fact, the cake stop (yes, the part where there’s no cycling) is probably the only part of the ride I’m not scared of! That’s not to say I don’t enjoy cycling. I love speeding along pan-flat straights. I love creeping up (small) hills with all the power left in my little legs. I love feeling like Rocky when I reach the top, even if I do get there a few minutes after the rest of the group – just in time to watch them set off again after a break. And one day, I will love competing in my first sportive. I know the only way I’m going to improve is by actually getting out on my bike. But sometimes that’s not quite enough, especially when staying in bed is decidedly less scary than rolling down a hill on a bit of metal and rubber in the pouring rain. So, for now, I choose cake for a slice of motivation.