Was it the rest or was it a tail wind? I absolutely flew home last night, I went the along the cut and did the whole journey in 51 minutes, considering that it is normally an hour or slightly less then that was remarkable. I really did feel pretty strong and seemed to be pedalling in every part of the journey in a higher gear. I did catch every traffic light on green for the first time ever though. Maybe it is a combination of everything.
That leads to a question, why should I be making a big deal about time? I’m not cycle training per se, although I love cycling, I’m cycling to lose weight. I have no intention of doing cycle training for competitions. I don’t do races, never have never will. I have my Rugby to stir my competitive juices. So why the obsession with time?
This morning was a bit of a slow burn (Tuesday), I was up half an hour later than usual, but I was in bed late at 2330hrs due to a Rugby meeting I had to attend in Solihull last night. I am on record at the club as saying I hate meetings, but this one as meetings go wasn’t too bad. I only got to the sticking needles in my eyes stage once.
So, out of the house at 0550hrs and chance the cut in the dark, bad move, my front light batteries started to go so I had dim light all the way along which by necessity slowed me up a bit. I arrived at work with absolutely no ill effects and not even sweating. Which is good news for my colleagues.