So I took the plunge last night and jumped on the scales. A 1Ib gain over the Christmas period. very pleased with that. As I said previously I didn't become a food/drink Nazi and equally I didn't kick the arse out of it. Well, just on the Coaches Christmas piss up. But we're all entitled to one blow out aren't we? Also the fact that I did a few off road rides obviously kept me ticking over.
The pedal home last night was f***ing horrible, I pedalled back for the first time through Birmingham City centre, while there were no overt attempts on my life I just had the feeling that as well lit and Hi Vis'd up as I was I was invisible. Pedalling around the Town Hall to get to the ring road was certainly shortening the odds on me living to a ripe old age.
I was pedalling through dry powdery dirty snow the whole route and the cycle lanes were again buried. But because of the volume of traffic I had to stay pedalling on them. The motorists were taking no prisoners at all when I tried very briefly to use the car lane to avoid the snowy cycle lane. I'll check the Muvi later but I'm not sure when it stopped working as it was off when I got home. It clearly doesn't like the cold which yesterday on the way home was - 5.
I have to say, I'm glad to say I'm not pedalling today as the kids are at home again due to schools being closed. I was absolutely broken when I get home last night, aching all over and totally bollocksed. I also got frost nip on the end of my nose. I'm not as young as I was!
Looking forward at the met, it seems we're getting dumped on again big style on Sunday, oh joy!
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!