Day Two

Rode to work today. The 50 minutes was stretched out to 1 hour 15 minutes - my legs were just mush. They weren't hurting or particularly bad when I was at home walking around, but as soon as I got onto my bike I could tell it was going to be a hard slog. And boy, was it hard. It took every ounce of mental energy to stay on my bike. I spent most of the way in 1st gear...and I feel totaly shit now. I really should have taken it more easierI cant imagine how I am going to get home. I think it will be a case of riding as far as I can, then jumping on the Tube with the bike for the rest of the way. Either way, I know I'll be too stuffed to blog tonight. This is all you get for the day.

***EDIT***
Had the closest thing to a religious experience on the way home. Left work feeling like I wouldn't make it up the street, let alone all the way home. Half way up the ENORMOUS 3 mile incline, a woman (or was she an angel?) cycled past me. Slowly, steadily & on a much crappier bike than mine. I was instantly uplifted & knew if I could just stick behind her, I would get home. Not quickly, but I would get home. I even managed to thank her while we were stopped at traffic lights ~ I also felt like I needed to explain why I was sticking so closely to her, even when she was dodging buses & running red lights.
An angel. A New Years angel sent to get me home. By the time I got back to my place, I was so envigorated I felt like I could keep going to Kynans work. And the ride home only took an hour. Sometimes the joy you get when you complete something you didnt think you would, is worth the pain & suffering. But dont tell my boyfriend I said that.