Monday - Tube strike? What tube strike? There are advantages to this cycling thing. Bumped into Ben and Emma coming through Covent Garden, and attempted to look composed. Haven't asked them since, but I probably failed. It's not pretty when I exercise. Ride home this evening was definitely the fastest yet.
Tuesday - Riding in, I nearly ran up the back of another cyclist, when my front brakes demonstrated themselves to be more worn than I thought. Might need to tighten them a little. Made it home in plenty of time to eat with my in-laws.
Wednesday - no cylcing today.
Thursday - into Kings Cross, on to Lynchwood from Peterborough Station. I've now got this route perfected. Home and filled with curry by 8.30pm.
Friday - no cycling, I was meeting Rob for pie.
Sunday - we disappeared to Richmond Park to see deer beating the crap out of each other. In the end we spent two hours in a nice pub near Barnes, then took the train to Wandsworth High Street and cycled back through the park. Lovely.
All in all, about 75 miles. After taking a week off, I don't think I'm quicker overall, and my legs are aching more than they were last time I rode. But they'll get better again. It just means I can't take any more holidays...
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