I rode Sunday, and then accidentally had a rather late night.  Rather than taking it easy and recovering, as would have been wise.  You know how it is, good white wine, rubbish film, blah, blah, oops… 😉

On Monday, even with a bit of a lie-in, I was tired, and due to various life stuff arriving on top of that with its usual immaculate sense of timing, I was not in the greatest of moods.  So rather than have the rest day I should have been having, once I’d made it to the evening I resorted to wattbike therapy, with a workout thrown in on top.  Which worked a treat in that it wiped me out far enough both mentally and physically that a decent night’s sleep was guaranteed.

An enjoyable but busy day at The Food & Drink Trade Show yesterday, spent mostly on my feet in surprisingly comfortable killer heels, totally wore me out.  That, plus some rather lovely free single variety “Somerset Red Streak” Severn Cider, sent me to bed early by my standards.  Even so I completely failed to wake up this morning, and by the time I finally made it out of bed I’d had pretty much 12 hours sleep!  Blimey!

So I doubt the sensible thing to do today was what I did.  That won’t surprise anyone, right? ;).  But the sun was shining, and, well, carpe diem and all that.  Instead of listening to my increasingly communicative body, I took it to the seaside on the bike.  As you do.  To be fair, both of us pretty much enjoyed it.  I even went up the odd lump, just because I can’t avoid them forever and because I know I can get up them, so I might as well do the training.  I do actually quite like climbing, though no-one ever believes me when I say that now.  It would appear I cried wolf one too many times ;).  However there’s something oddly therapeutic about slowly plodding up there, and besides how else do you get the views from the top that I love so much?

What can I tell you?  The sun shone.  I got to listen to waves crashing on the shore.  The grockles have yet to take up residence in Weston so no-one was too busy looking at the sea to see me.  I went up hills.  The headwind became a tailwind on the way home, as planned.  It was a good ride.  And the good ones help get you through the bad ones :).  Here’s hoping this Sunday’s Mad March Hare Sportive is one of the former.  Wish me luck, I may well need it!

Cycling time: 1:56
Distance: 28.1 miles
Avg 14.4 mph
ODO:  17197.0 miles

Ride done, I came home, ate, and had a nap.  I guess I’m still tired! *grin*.