Pain in my ass

At five to six last night, while Karen, Bernard and I were having dinner (well, technically Karen and I were looking at our empty plates while Bernard very slowly polished off his chilli con carne) I sat up straight and clicked my fingers.

*Darn it, I forgot to go out for my bike ride this weekend.*

Karen looked at me like a cat.

*Or did I? I could squeeze it in after dinner.*

Karen cocked her head.

“You could go out right now, if you want, ” she said, gesticulating at Bernard’s plate.

Long story short, I did. Findings:

1. It wasn’t too cold at all. Long-sleeved t-shirt and shorts were adequate.
2. It wasn’t too dark either. It was getting a bit dark by the end of my half hour ride, but I’m cool with that.
3. The track through the woods wasn’t too wet (though obviously today’s rain will have seen to that).
4. Bike is in fine condition. One of my front lights might need new batteries, but I have no shortage of front lights, nor do I have a shortage of spare batteries.
5. I am not in terribly good condition, endurance-wise, but hopefully a few weeks will sort that out.
6. Ow my arse hurts. Another thing that you get used to.
7. My new gloves are awesome.

I would have cycled to work today, but I was put off by the gale force winds and heavy rain, which you may have noticed.

So, looks like there’ll be no cycling to work this week. Maybe next week. We’ve made progress, at least.