So Sunday arrives and after getting back in to bed to read for 45 minutes - very uncommon for me to stay in bed, but it was so warm and cozy and i need to 'get in to' my book still - i get up to see its over-cast. It was a little damp on the ground in the morning too, it must have rained just a little. The temperature was cooler. Again, i put off the ride, the day wasn't enticing me outside. I had some recipes i wanted to try. Mushroom pate - for Tuesday night when the girls come over and choux pastry. I don't recall ever making it, maybe once before i couldn't eat gluten. But now, when what you can't have you want more of, i really want to have gougere. An éclair or cream puff wouldn't go down too badly either!
So it was 3pm by the time i started getting ready for my ride. I mapped my route - it was a 20 miler this week - and packed my saddle bag that i hope i never need to use. I carry a spare inner tube; pressurised gas to inflate; tyre levers; a patch kit; Alan keys; sports beans; £1; lip balm. And today i packed my camera.
|My ride took me in to Wales for 3 miles, in and out in a jiffy.|
I moved my bottle cage from my mountain bike to my road bike - something i have been meaning to do for ages, as i don't need liquid on my 3 minute ride to work which i use my mountain bike for. I strapped Sally on to the handle bars and locked up the house.
20 miles later i got home, elated and wondered why the hell i had put if off. I love being out there peddling the roads. Even with big head winds on the return journey. Even with a really painful hip and lower back. Its damn fun and 80 minutes goes by pretty fast too.