Waking up at 6am, I’d read the entire internet by 7am, had my cup of coffee, toast, got my kit on, and watched some TV all by the time I lazily left the house at ~8.30.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t accounted for it being a bit colder than I am used to at that time, so I had to double back and get my gilet on.
Well, of course, I forgot to start the clock again when setting off for the second time.
It was a couple of kilometres later when I looked down, realised my mistake, cursed, and cracked on.
Annoying.
I hadn’t planned on riding today. It was going to be a walk instead, to help rest my shoulder. I wish I’d done that now. I’ve paid the price all day since. Silly. I just can’t help myself.
As it is, it’s painful to type. That’s why I’ve put this write up off all day.
As seems to be something of the norm now for Sundays, I did a mostly easy ride today, with a few short and sharp anaerobic efforts thrown in.
I also did some exploring down roads I have never cycled, nor driven down before. Pretty nuts to still be finding new parts of Preston 40 years in.
Anyway, not a lot else to report beyond that. It was nice and quiet early in the morning, earlier than I’d normally go. And it turns out that was a good thing as there was a big outdoor event on today called The Caribbean Carnival, which ended up with road closures and lots of traffic. Leaving it later would have meant encountering much of that.
Tomorrow would normally be a rest day, but it’s Bank Holiday Monday. Another one.
As it stands I’m going to do my weekly race tomorrow, and then rest for the remainder of the week. Ahh. Luxury.
