I've had a cack winter.
I bought a new bike, with the intention of training up for The Hell of The Ashdown. Since when, real life (in the form of having a kid with special needs) and Storms A-I have stymied any attempts at getting the serious weekend mileage I needed in.
I've been reduced to commuter mileage (25/day), and since I moved office earlier this week I hate almost every minute of the new commute. The new bike has still done less than 100 miles.
But... Say it quietly... That new commute (on the old bike) has thrown up a more hilly route. That has seen me drop body weight rather quicker than I thought may have happened otherwise (well, that, and the 16oz pots of food at work).
I've had people saying to me, "wow, you still cycle through (insert any number of desirable or undesirable South London suburbs here) to get to work?" Despite the traffic?
That's the kind of stuff that makes you feel good, yeah?
Get your arse back on the bike, go out, enjoy yourself. It's what we live for. Especially the hilly bits
