Apparently this is not going for a run just after you’ve had an argument.
Instead it appears that in the brief moments that I am not running or working, I should be doing something else like cycling or swimming to keep up the momentum and work different muscles.
So this morning I donned fluorescent trousers and an ugly helmet that made me look like a silver toadstool to face the rush hour on two wheels.
It honestly wasn’t a bad journey, mainly because at that time, nothing was moving very quickly and I was able to smugly slip between the cars and lorries on my little old bike.
But I don’t know if I’d describe it as fun or something I’d want to do again unless I have to.
I was frustrated by all sorts of things; being stuck at lights, being overtaken, not being overtaken, people on Boris Bikes thinking they were Chris Hoy and people on expensive racing bikes riding like Mary Poppins.
At least I was home first to get my hands on the remote control for the night. In a shared house, these things are important.
I’m also fed, watered, showered, changed and ready for tomorrow before 8pm so maybe there is a point to this cycle commute.
Not sure swimming to work in the Thames would be quite as fun.
Total words: 5780
Total miles: 106.4 (171.2k)