At some point today I tweeted that it might well be a day for the rollers, rather than riding outside. Cue a fusillade of comments from the battled-scarred roadmen of Bristol; all loosely invoking that ‘what would Sean Kelly do” spirit, but with less finesse and more ‘MTFU’. I had to then point out that I had actually been outside on my bicycle already and, on reflection, felt the time may have been better spent indoors on the spinning barrels of plastic. Either way, I lived up to the whole ‘do your ride then decide if it was too wet/windy/filthy’ mantra.
I struggled today. I was caught in a meteorological oubliette where the headwind seemed to come from every angle. It made for heavy going and I wobbled in the face of adversity, unlike Sean Kelly who would have dented the callow headwind through sheer torque and brutal souplesse. Sean Kelly was hewn from granite.
The first 4 miles of my ride were much more sedate; my progress was interrupted by the encroaching high tide. it was very exciting. I took some pictures.