I cycled to work today. Ambitious for a Monday, I know. But I need to get my cycling muscles back at least a little bit. They’ve been on holiday far too long. I’m thinking if I can cycle to work 2 times a week I’ll be decently fit.
It is remarkable though how different my mood is at work all day when I cycle. Happier, more smiley, more laughy. And probably most importantly, more dancey. Also, it’s a nice time to think.
I can’t recommend it enough. My cycle commute is about 10.5 miles each way with a couple of hills in there. It’s tough going, but the rewards are more than enough to keep me doing it. And for some perverse reason, I like cycle commuting in the winter more than in the summer. A lot less sweat and a lot less other cyclists clogging up the road.
Until then, I’ll just keep solo cycling. Enjoying the non-stop action on the streets of London from the comfort of a two wheeled green machine.
I must be off though. It’s Guy Fawkes night and I think Piccadilly is freaked out a bit as she’s sitting by the foot of my chair looking nervous. I must give her some mothering. Ta ta, friends.