The Mud Monster….or me on a bike!!!

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So for Janathon day six it was back to cycling to work, something I haven’t done since the beginning of November -it was good to be back. Alas in my enthusiasm to get back on the bike there were a couple of things I forgot

  1. It’s very dark at 7:45, especially round the local country park where there are no lights – I was a little bit scared!!
  2. The evil killer gulls (I’m not a fan) refuse to budge from the path even when you’re hurtling towards them full pelt (well fast for me!). I was even more scared and screamed my way through!!
  3. It was as muddy as chuff – which is no problem whatsoever but I’d just forgotten how muddy – I looked like a swamp creature upon arrival at work!!!

Still I survived there and back and that’s another six miles logged and the knees holding up!!

Pre-work swim in the morning

At least I won’t need another wash when I get to work

Bring it on!!!

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Messing about on the water………

Well laying listening to the rain last night I was pretty certain I’d be cycling in my waterproofs this morning. It didn’t just rain it hammered it down – the joys of having an attic bedroom. You hear every flaming raindrop – another sleepless night- fab!! Still come this morning there was blue sky and just one dodgy looking cloud. I was pretty certain the cloud would empty the minute I stuck my cycle-helmet out the door. But for once I got away with it……….Till I cycled home.

With the running ban still in place I decided to add a couple of extra miles to my route home, it was a glorious afternoon, you’ve got to take advantage when you can (plus the housework was waiting at home – it can wait!). Anyway I headed down the side of the railway line towards the river with the wind blowing in my face and a steam train puffing alongside me – no really. Trouble is I heard the train before I saw it – its bloody whistle scared me to sodding death – nearly a ‘tena lady moment’. Thankfully I composed myself enough to give the driver a friendly wave – with my right hand, I’m still a bit wobbly if I let go with my left, and pedaled on my way. It really was lovely – my only mistake – well I should have taken last nights rain into account and avoided the path nearest the river. It was more of a hoseasons boating holiday than a bike ride -I’m sure you remember the jingle… 

‘Now is the time to drop us a line For your Hoseasons boating brochure We’ve got all kinds of craft that’ll suit you just fine For messing about on the water. Sail-boats, canal boats, and cruisers too, All Britain’s waterways waiting for you So now is the time to drop us a line For your Hoseasons boating brochure!

It wasn’t so much of a puddle – more a non-stop lake – it was ace. I was soaked, mud splattered from head to toe – another wahooo moment. Thankfully there was no one around to hear – but boy did I get some weird looks when I cycled through Asda car park to head home!!!

Bikes drying out

More of the same tomorrow

Bring it on

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