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I awoke to a grey welcome. No suggestion of sunlight broke the curtain's facade, a shame since yesterday was so perfect for riding but I spent it buying some £5 plimsolls in the Top Man sale. Retail therapy is no such thing.
My disappointment in the weather captured my attention so much I sank wearily into the bath still fully clothed, but given I wasn't enjoying a romantic start to the day as a lover gently washed my back while avoiding my mammoth wart I had no choice but to keep my feelings to myself, as rubber-duckie has made it plain he's not bothered. One day I'll drown that selfish bastard, or strangle him with the plug's chain.
A breakfast of a toasted muffin covered in crunchy peanut butter, served with orange juice, black tea and another smear of ever increasingly strong prescription-only anti-bacterial cream into the palms of my hands almost stripped bare from a stress-induced fungal skin infection found me all set to go, so not to disappoint myself I did just that.
I've been trying to figure out what kind of rider I am. Repeated failure to pace myself over a 10 mile course suggests I'm not cut out for the mental aspect of pacing a time-trial. A post in which Fox reckoned on being good for 40 miles without pause pricked up my ears though. I know he likes his audax rides, so naturally I compared my attitude to his capacity for long-distances. Generally I like to stop relatively often, if only to smoke, eat and ponder.
So I began to wonder whether I could do without them. The short answer is yes. Now I continue with ease beyond the point I'd normally be furiously smoking on a well chosen bench somewhere. Today I was out for 35 unbroken miles, but I don't think this means I share the discipline of someone who gobbles up 100+ miles often, although my fitness is better than I've ever given it credit for, and progress is always worthy of the name. What it does is I have become less lazy as my stamina has increased, and I'll settle for that. Maybe I could even outfox Fox, although that would demand more than the 1 Dime bar I gradually ate earlier.
Only when I returned did I realise I'd been wearing my Aldi cycling socks inside out.