Hello blog lovers.
Can you believe that its been pigging ages since my last ride! No wonder the whole biking mojo is hibernating! But it's Monday, and me and the Old Boy used to always go out on Mondays, so he said, "Come on, just a short one, up to Downe Village and then Jail lane and back!" "Ok" I said and then about 30 mins later he went up stairs to get changed into some Lycra.
I eventually came out of my blanket, and stood by the patio windows, my nose pressed against the glassed, looking at the rain! I could still here him getting ready, maybe he hasn't looked out yet! He came down the stairs, in his Lycra, telling me to go and get changed. I thought round about this time would be good to draw his attention to the wet stuff coming down! "It's ok, it's only passing" I was a bit dubious! I am not one for getting out there and cycling in the rain. If it happens to start while I'm out then that's just too bad, I have to get home!
Some how I managed to drag my reluctant ass upstairs and into some lycra and warm clothing. If I'm doing thisthen I want to remain warm! I decided to use my new running top as my base layer under my rain coat. It's my consolation 'Sorry you didn't get VLM place" running top, as it is an autumn/winter running top I thought it would be perfect.
When I eventually got out of my house, my bike by my side, the rain had stopped, and it felt kinda mild out there. Maybe it's not going to be too bad! I decided to go along the dreaded A21 to the Farnborough right turn. The rain had started again, I was sorely tempted to go back home, but the Old Boy persuaded me to keep going, "It's only a short ride" he said. So on I plodded.
There was no speeding on this ride, there were wet leaves to think about, the rain coming down, the white lines will be wet, the yellow lines will be wet! So I shall have to be totally focused! The down hill on Church hill went without a hitch, I kept on my brakes all the way down. Then it was that up hill to Downe! I didn't quite manage to do it in one go! I stopped for just a quick breather, and I was virtually there! But I am not going to beat myself up!
"Let's just go straight through to Keston" I said to the Old Boy "No, you're our now, might as well continue with the route," he said to me, I grumbled, like I usually do! But as I was riding along Single Street and then Jail Lane I was feeling a lot more positive. By the time I got to the other end, Biggin Hill, I was feeling bloody glad I did the route! In fact I thought I even deserved a pint as well! So off to the Greyhound we went. Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps please!
Yup, pleased I went out! Now lets try and keep it up!