|Andy at the Tatsfield Bus Stop on Sunday 13 February. His arse was not wet.|
In fact, I didn't even get out during the week on my half-hour sprint cycles – until yesterday and by then it was obvious that by not going, I'd slowly become less fit as the week progressed. How do I know? Because towards the end of last week - when I went out every day – I was getting home with three minutes and 27 seconds to spare before the 30-minute alarm was set off. Yesterday, when I ventured out after four days off, the margin had reduced to just one minute and 21 seconds: considerably slower.
|After leaving Andy and reaching Botley, I took this rather bleak photograph.|
Anyway, I haven't done it yet, because there hasn't been time so at the moment it's still an immature, unsensible bike and if I venture out today – as was planned with Jon – by now I'd have a wet arse. Why? Because it's raining out there and my proposed trip to Woodmansterne Green has just been cancelled.
So, here I am writing my blog and wondering what to do for two days I've decided to take off during the half-term holidays next week.
|My road home. Just leaving the Botley and heading towards Sanderstead on the B269.|
I'll hopefully go cycling tomorrow, but that depends on many different things. It's game on at the moment with Andy and we'll probably go to Tatsfield Village, but who knows? Better go...