Achey legged stupor today.
Finally got out yesterday for some rather haphazard wanderings into Essex in the freezing cold and rain. A 6.30am start was for nothing as my Garmin refused to co-operate and promptly had some kind of aneurism, leaving me to navigate solo and without map. Cue 40 miles of befuddlement, stressfully packed A roads, cycle lanes full of every vehicle imaginable and general sensory privation.
This may make it sound like I don't like London, I do, but everything from the traffic to the urban sprawl and air quality makes cycling a less appealing endeavour so it's strange to have to really gee myself up to brave the maniacal driving and do something that I otherwise love. Even the cycling infrastructure-laudable in sentiment but, like in Scotland, so half hearted and dumbfoundingly misconceived in its application-seems a total hindrance.
Maybe I just need to acclimatise. Or start taking the train to fairer, quieter climes on the weekend for my main dose of training.
Either way, stagnation is not an option and now that I am here, I've got my bikes and there are no more excuses. In saying that I may get on the hunt for a new turbo trainer to limit the amount of time spent tailing bendy buses or being harrassed by black cabs...
Ah. It was a much anticipated but somewhat disappointing ride so its hard not to be negative-I just need a good one and more of them and I'll be grand... Though the job interview I have for a position in the south of France next week is looking ever more tempting.