having neglected my fitness, my bike, and, dare I say it, you lot…
this morning I awoke at ten, looked straight at my bike, put on what would be considered "my sisters jeans" a vest and a shirt, dug out my old DC's and dragged the Orange kicking and screaming down the hall. Outwards I propelled myself; through the town, down the steps, along the towpaths, through the woods, through the leaves, over the roots (almost in to the hedges, a few times, oh and once almost down a bank) and returned home sweaty as hell, the only "proper" cycling clobber I had on was some sock guy "**** sausage co." socks oh and no helmet. AND I'M GLAD YA HEAR! GLAD!
that is all, please feel free to resume your day. as you were.
