The big news from today was:
No one waved back.
Not a single cycling spod.
I’m one of those seemingly annoying cyclists who waves at every other cyclist I see. Whether climbing, descending, or meandering along the flats, I will always raise a hand to roadies, MTB-ers, or those other sort who I don’t know the name of (normies?)
Now, usually 9 out of 10 people wave back, say hello, or give the ol’ nod of the head.
But not today.
Maybe it’s a Sunday thing. But maybe not.
I mean, I passed single riders, big groups, old boys, young lads… the works. And not one of them acknowledged me. Those miserable buggers.
Still, it doesn’t deter me. Unrelenting happiness and optimism. Those are my mantras, as anyone who knows me in real life will attest to. Err… maybe.
Beyond that, today was cold. It was reporting 6c on the phone when I was dressing, but somehow jumped to 10c when I set off. Needless to say I was later out than usual as I am tired, wasn’t exactly in the mood, and putting on bib tights, three layers up top, thick rubber gloves and shoe covers takes bleeding ages.
But once out I enjoyed myself. I think it was, in part, spurred on by the fact that people weren’t waving back. At one point I thought to myself, well to hell with this. If no one is waving, I won’t. And then I doubled down on positivity.
I only had a fairly short time this morning what with being late out and needing to be back by 10:45 but I feel I chose a decent route to maximise the time available.
So that’s it for me this week. A long one by standards, but a mostly enjoyable one all the same.
For now though, hot drink time. It really is noticeably colder today. Any excuse for a brew.
