11th June (#59)

I didn’t get to sleep early as planned last night but the feline alarm was later, only 20 minutes before my conventional alarm. So, as I had an early meeting to discuss distancing and CV19 precautions in the office, I fed him and got out early onto the roads. Despite tired legs, I hit a good pace. Then my phone fell out of my pocket and, despite a protector, smashed the screen. Ever since that, my GPS was glitching or the satellite signals were unable to permeate the dank mist. I arrived at work having done pro speed, covering my usual distance in half the time (apparently).

The estimated power tells you that I didn’t even try that hard. Coaches report = “can try harder”
Ain’t usually no straight roads in the Essex countryside

It must have been the satellites because my ride home was tracked perfectly as was the right side of my body by 5 close passers. One was a dunce on a roundabout who had to stay in the lane despite there being no other cars in sight while the others were drawn to my back blinkie like moths to sunlight. Today I am officially halfway to my annual commute target and it isn’t even July yet. If I get to 118 commutes this year, it will mean an average of 100 commutes per year over the last 5 years.

Total UK deaths: 41,279 (151)

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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