…or something. I’m quite inordinately proud that I made it to work this morning. On the bike. Despite my despicably bad sense of direction sending me down numerous wrong turnings. And stuff.
According to the bike computer, it took me about 55 minutes to travel 10 miles. Or rather, 49 minutes to travel 10 miles, with five or six minutes spent thinking about which way to go and working out where I was š
Still feeling good right now – but I’ve a horrible feeling I’ll be walking like an old man this afternoon…