This morning was a drag to get up, get motivated and to wake up. I resigned myself to the feeling that not riding in to work would make me less tired so kitted up and eventually hit the road with a nice cool tailwind to caress me to work. I saw twice as many people (4) than vehicles in the first 8km on quiet country roads. Again the legs got with the programme after a couple of km and I rehearsed the busy day ahead in my head so as to finally make an early enough exit. After last week’s warmth, the current cool weather is disappointing. I’m desperate for it to return.
Work, busy as expected was due to a shift to more clinical teaching. This was my idea to get more involved, use my skills and support staff but also make myself indispensable. I am not sure whether this is intentional to avoid more hands on patient care or not but at least I am having an enjoyable impact on events.
I managed to escape a long week in time to get to the Queens Head. I left work with this strange, clear watery stuff dropping from the sky. Such was the length of time that I had last ridden in the rain, it was a novelty to have muddy water splash my face for a change. By the time I left the pub with 2 litres of Kings ale in my pack, it had dried up but the 2nd leg was a slog as I crawled my way to another one weekly 100 mile target.
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