Please excuse any glaring typos or grammar mistakes in this post. As I write this, on my phone (which I have massively broken due to dropping it whilst cleaning my bike)
I’ve definitely been guilty of over indulging this Christmas. It’s a combination of the usual festive feasting, “drowning” of one’s sorrows, and a kind of reward after a tiring 24 days. And so I felt the need to do something a little more taxing than and out and out recovery ride for the end of the year.
Last night I checked what maps were on offfer for today and found new York, a map that’s been a bit neglected towards the end of 2020 due to all the new routes that Zwift has to offer, so was glad to find one that I originally disliked bit have come to really admire was the last of the year here in the UK.
I mean, what better, after a big fat diet of all on offer, to be confronted by the chance to make it up with the Everything Bagel route? It seemed like the perfect name to fit the needs of a fat boy who has done nothing of note over the festive period. So that’s what I did. And did I do it faster than last time? I really don’t know. Or frankly, as I type this, pissed and drunk, care much to be quite honest.
It’s been a terrible year in most ways. And I’m glad to see most of the back of it.
So I’m going to keep this increadibly brief. I hope you’ve had, or are having a fantasic new years eve. But here in the very specific part of the UK where I am, it’s not that great. I want the end of 2020. I want 2021 to be significantly better. Is that wishful thinking? Probably. I’m not naive enough to think that a day makes much of a difference, but hopefully 365 do.
Here’s to 2021.
