The real feel was sub zero so I decided on a shorter route from the supermarket. I was on the 29er but stayed on the tarmac. No point in slogging through mud extending the pain any more than I had to. By the time that I arrived, the digits in my left hand were frozen through my winter gloves but not my right(?). I had fun by explosively crunching through frozen muddy puddles along the river trail for 10 minutes but that was about it for the day.
Misery was what I had at work and I left late before I said something that I would later regret.
Tuesday afternoons are the only work day that I get riding in the daylight over the autumn and winter. A real treat, except for my life being endangered by drivers passing too close. If there was less mud about off road, I would go all trails. So I went plan B and kept to sparsely driven country lanes and 1 trail as I cycled back to collect the boys. It should have been peaceful but the conversation in my head about work problems made for complete disharmony.
…and no joy but least it was dry.