It’s hard to tell the poison from the cure…  Hard to tell what’s a side effect of the treatment, or a symptom of the problem.  If life’s a journey, then this bit is a tad bumpy.  I’ve been on the pills constantly for well over a week now.  For the most part, they’re doing their job.  Or near enough.  But even if I’m not feeling it, clearly it’s taking it out of me in the background.  I’m having to learn that during a bad patch, I just can’t get the tank as full as it needs to be.  So riding 62 miles is fine…if you don’t mind sleeping for the rest of the afternoon afterwards.  Spending a very enjoyable day walking around Bristol Gromit hunting is fine if you don’t mind taking a long nap when you get in.  And the cumulative effect of both?  Monday was a complete wash out…inside, if not out.  I barely had the energy to get off the sofa all day, let alone do any form of exercise.  It wasn’t even up for mental discussion.  Drained…

I wasn’t feeling much better this morning.  On the pills and with as much energy as a becalmed wind sock.  But the weather was still gorgeous, and there was even a cooling breeze.  Cue plenty of mental discussion.  I negotiated with myself.  Stay in and rest again?  And go mad and get fat?  Ride as usual?  And seriously regret it?  So I compromised with myself…and decided to do a short ride in the morning, and do a wattbike hour in the evening if I was up for it.  Which I’m not, but hey, I got the first part done, and that’s better than none.  I knew I’d paid for it…but it could have been a lot worse…and after a good night’s sleep it’ll be a lot better :).

I took myself out for an easy loop.  I did a little bit of up, a little bit of down, and a quite a lot of going round in a circle.  Somehow along the way I even grabbed myself a QOM up Rughill, which just means that none of the other girls who’ve ever gone up there were trying ;).  I didn’t feel great, but then I didn’t expect to.  I felt better for getting out, which was the main thing.  And, though I had to wait at the top for a bl**dy horsebox to get out of the way so that I could have fun, I did get to enjoy Notting Hill the proper way around :D.  I’m glad I went.

Cycling time: 0:55 hrs.
Distance: 14.1 miles.
Avs: 15.3 mph.
ODO: 2761.8