30 April (#43)

Today’s ride to and from work was a typical April day in the northern hemisphere. Bright, sunny, windy on the way in. After nearly a whole month of still dry days, April came at me with a vengeful bastard headwind on the last day of 30 days of Biking. I really hate the wind when it isn’t behind me but like some BMW drivers, I seem to only remember the bad ones particularly when I haven’t had one for a while. I get into the rhythm of still days, take it for granted and WHAM! the close pass equivalent of a speeding German designed car slams into my face to remind me who is boss.

Except it wasn’t this morning. Well, it was but I just accepted it as a minor inconvenience, set the gears on spin and got on with it. The only shelter that I got was cruising up instead of grinding up Station Road in Sawbridgeworth. Normally, I avoid this longest climb of the day but this week have forced myself to go up it. Not as a challenge but to see if it gets any easier which is what it felt like this morning.

I got in feeling epic and ready to face a day of poorly planned teaching by the Associate Director of Nursing for Surgery and Critical Care. I had offered my services last week for this after hearing on the grapevine that it may be needed and sure enough I was asked, not by her but the poor nursing education team who where asked 2 days beforehand to get something together. She really doesn’t understand the 5 Ps: Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance. Thankfully the nurse educators and me having collaborated in the past do understand, got it together and things went OK but it could have been outstanding.

With the threat of rain about, I stuck on my rain jacket and decided on a short route home early. And then I remembered that I should have a tailwind after this morning’s plod so set off with visions of an extended ride home. And then almost immediately the first shower hit me. Not heavy but enough to make me change my plans again. If I’m gonna ride long (for me anyway), it’s gotta be dry. The rain stopped after 10 minutes and the sun came out but the clouds looked full and ready to drop some more so I kept on route 1. Then I felt the spots hit my lid again with a little more frequency. Again it stopped briefly and the cycle repeated itself a couple more times. Drip, drip, drop little April showers. Roll on summer.

I can’t complain. 30DOB is done for the 2nd time. April has been great on the bike even if I have had to work while others forget what day of the week it is because they aren’t.

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About biking2work

Sometimes bad tempered Dad to 2 sons who break things. Use the 2 wheels to get from A to B when I can
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1 Response to 30 April (#43)

  1. bgddyjim says:

    Sadly, I’m going back Tuesday, brother. COVIDcation is breathing its last for me. Now I know exactly what day it is… I only have three left!

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