Return the keys

15°C, sunny with light SW.

To work

Broken up for a week’s holiday, but I have work’s keys. I’ve missed cycling over the last month. Every weekend, I worked away and only rode,maybe only twice a week. Though the distance wasn’t enormous, I was disproportionally exhausted for the last 10 miles.

Thunder threatening.

22°C, grey with distant rumbles, humid and still.

Towering cumulonimbus.

Woke with a very fidgety feeling. And eventually got on the bike immediately after lunch. After the obligatory 8 mile warmup, I raised the pace.

It’s been a strange year. for the first half, I was inhibited by a dull malaise. Rarely did I get the fizzy legs feeling. Now I have it. In normal years this feeling kicks in around April. Not this time.

I blame covid.

Zing 95Km

22°C, light wind and full sun.

Best ride of the year. Loads of energy available for the hills near Parbold. I did a loop around Ashurst Beacon for a bit more extension. The only regret is that I didn’t do another couple of miles to make it a metric century.

Feeling Fixed

19°C, light N, sunny and dry.

Conspiracy Tree.

33km/hr indicated a good ride by my standards. The first half of this year has been disappointing on the bike for me. It’s possible that I had something like long covid after the Alpha infection at Christmas. I’ll never know for sure.

Here’s another sad rant from some conspiracy nutter. They’ve printed slogans and stuck this one to an ash tree in the middle of nowhere. That itself is futile enough without unwittingly publicising their ignorance.

This was a satisfying day.