Today was very windy. It was also quite cool and dull, but rather than moan about it being un-Summery I decided to see the positives and call it Perfect Cycling Weather! So I had a big bowl of porridge for breakfast, packed up a big bottle of water and some fruit, and took myself off on my bike for my annual Day Of Over-Exercising.
To be frank, my legs feel so painful right now that I could cry, scream, collapse, explode, retire, sleep and vomit all at the same time. You might be thinking ‘he does this every Spring, why doesn’t he learn from the past?’ but the truth is there’s a little part of me that enjoys it. It’s become such a tradition that I almost look forward to it and revel in the subsequent agony. I mean, isn’t there a regularly-repeated chapter in The Book Of My Life headed “Rory Gets Excited About Spring Weather In May And Cycles To The Point Of Exhaustion?” It’s right there in the index, between chapter titles like “Rory Pisses His Wife Off And Doesn’t Know How He’s Done It” and “Rory Gets Down And Grumpy About Work And Moans About It Online”
If I made it through to Summer without obliterating my thighs with lactic acid at least once, it just wouldn’t feel like a proper year.
Now I’m off for a hot, soothing bath.
If I can actually get through to the bathroom.
RC 21-5-16
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