I couldn’t ride in to work much this week. After Monday’s epic errand, I had the day off work for family business and Wednesday was a surprise date night as the boys were guides for the school open evening. I gorged myself on an Adana kofte at the Turkish restaurant in town while we had some much needed time together.
The wet stuff has arrived but there was a dry window on Thursday but not early on. So I drove to the cricket club and commuted the rest of the way. I chose a longer route because I was short of miles. Praise is hereby given to the Ripon foods truck who patiently waited a whole km before passing me safely on the busy road. I paused Strava while I waited for opposing traffic to pass and headed down the river path for some solitude.
3km later when I stopped again and flipped my phone out, I realised that I didn’t restart. Cursing myself for my error did not last long. After all, I could be Paddy Bevin and have missed out by 2 seconds on a podium finish at the UCI Worlds TT. A second example of NZ missing out on world glory by the barest of margins; this would’ve been our first Worlds podium. Lets just hope the same doesn’t happen again over October and November as the Rugby World Cup heats up in Japan.
It was a late finish at work and was dry but the roads wet. I rode another extended route back to the van going country roads that were dark. Tuesday and Wednesday I felt knackered and wondered whether Monday’s ride burnt all my matches. After getting back to the van with plenty in the tank, I realised that no, I wasn’t knackered. My body was rebelling at the lack of regular exercise, even if it was for a couple of days.
A great omen for a full bike commute the following day…