I only did little rides today, a planned end of week spin treat on a fresh autumnal morning. During the ride along the river, my mind was full of feelings of parental failure, associated shame and a realisation that adolescents and pre-teens really are from another planet. It’s no wonder that I titled my ride “Failure” on Strava this morning.
Consequently work was hell. By 2pm I was tired of being nice and made plans to escape a couple of hours early and get some more grass up the middle on a wonderfully warm, sunny afternoon. I tried to follow what I thought was a bridleway but it was just a bumpy footpath through a recently harvested field. I made it to another track and ticked off another route in my head.
Mid ride, I stopped at my new favourite country pub and ruminated the weeks end over a pint of IPA making the most of the falling sun and last bit of warmth. Maybe I am the one from from a different world, dissonant from a world of free roaming games, multiple social media platforms and selfies.
I delayed my journey home further by eeking out some more miles in the sun back to the van to start my weekend.