Had a hell of a tail wind into work this morning, it was amazing how much of a push it gave me going up the nasty hill in Harbourne, anyway a 32 minute pedal in and a new record I think. But the downside is the wind going home.
Yesterday’s pedal home was a good one too, apart from being blasted by a bloke on a tourer on Frankley Beeches, full mudguards, big saddle bag the whole nine yards, after he flew past me he got to the top and pedalled back down again waving as he went. Nice.
Not sure what’s up with me at the moment, I think a Docs visit might be in order. I’m feeling very very low, quite depressed in fact, not like me at all. My circumstances haven’t changed any or anything untowards at work, maybe a chemical imbalance of some kind? I dunno. As daft as it sounds (cue embarrassing cringe here) I almost feel like I could cry, and I haven’t got a clue what about!
My post pedal euphoria is missing at the moment as well. Weird times…