Commuting.

I forced myself to have a day off training yesterday - the first since May 3rd.  Not that I needed much forcing, I was well knackered.


However, its back to the schedule today and I set the alarm early for a ride into work.  4 snoozes later I dragged myself out of bed, decided it was too cold for shorts, got my winter kit on and set off.


I arrived 2 hours later without incident.  Well, apart from nearly getting run over by a car at the top of Lincoln whose driver decided that indicators were not required when turning in front of me.  I felt a bit mean shouting at him really, because I've also been known to be too lazy to indicate.
Anyway, nothing too dramatic and I bet he had a good laugh at a whinging old bloke in lycra.


The 36 miles seems very short compared with recent activities.