My ride this morning was pretty standard. Woken by the cat, back to sleep for 45min, woken by the conventional alarm and up early doors for an early start. The overnight rain and drizzle had made the roads damp but the air was dry. I hummed and ha’ed but eventually while on the road decided on a nice 25km route. Back country roads, empty save for other early commuters.
No killer swans to attack me on my gravel cut through by the farm pond, alone in my thoughts, arranging my morning at work to do the least possible to get the most done. I call it C word malaise. Stop at the supermarket, get supplies for pasta bake later but only because I was early. A standard commute. Not exceptional, not boring.
Homeward. Dry and warm. Sore back. Gotta stretch those hamstrings more, maybe lower the saddle? Stop half way to collect more pasta bake supplies and a bar of chocolate to compensate for my lack of nutrition earlier. Again, neither an exceptional nor boring ride. Another day in the saddle, another 50km in the bank.