Awake at 6am, first thought of the day “this is far too early to wake up”. Lean over, pull the curtain aside and look out of the window “hmm, not raining yet”. Get up, watch the weather forecast, and faff excessively. Clean trousers packed into the Wingnut bag, fill bottle with Nuun, move the Bob Jackson out of the way and retrieve the Singular because it’s going to rain on the way home, earphones into ears, out the door, music on shuffle, oddly enough it’s Jesus Built My Hotrod yet again, check watch, it’s 7am, time to ride.
Hit the road and get slightly confused by the gear things for a bit, reach the cycle track and spin along at a gentle 16mph or so. Get to the second bridge at 2.5 miles and check watch, it’s still 7am, bollocks, battery must be flat. Spin past Saltford and up the long gentle climb to Bitton. It looks flat but my legs tell me it isn’t, and this 30lbs bike feels a lot heavier than the 20lbs Bob Jackson I usually ride. Get to the turning point and spot a familiar car unloading in the car park so wait for Andy to get ready and spin back with him on his new bike at an even more gentle 15mph.
Reach the office after 12 and a bit miles, work for an hour whilst drinking the Nuun, get changed and finish off with a Clif Bar for breakfast, Crunchy Peanut Butter flavour, lovely.