I should be riding.  I’m not.  Again.  George came round this morning, and that was the plan…but I still feel rubbish and the forecast was lousy, and I just can’t risk getting cold, wet, and worse.  And in addition to that, at the moment keeping up with anyone feels like hard work and it’s depressing.  No good for my currently AWOL PMA.  So we had coffee and a long chat instead.  Yes, even I can be sensible sometimes.  However bl**dy frustrating it is to be in here and not out there.  Again.

To be honest what I probably need to do is ride on my own, at my own pace, and get some confidence back.  I just feel a bit like I’ve forgotten how to ride a bike.  But since I still can’t hear properly, or for that matter stand up without wanting to fall over, and my head is still spaced, I’m a tad concerned that riding on my own wouldn’t be wise either.  Rock vs hard place.

I did ride on Sunday though.  A recovery loop around Fairyland, complete with pinch puncture and patriarchal company to fix it pdq for me.  And it went pretty well really.  Better than might have been expected anyway.  I guess I shouldn’t be complaining really, after all I have been back on the bike, and I have managed a couple of workouts this week, and that’s all training even if it isn’t riding, right?  I’m just frustrated at still being ill, and not being able to get on with this year’s training.  Hopefully normal service will be resumed shortly…please?

Cycling time: 1:42
Distance: 23.6 miles
Avg: 13.8 mph
ODO: 7473.3 miles