Nearly Is Nowhere.
I’d planned to complete my #June100 on Tuesday, by hitting a nice 15 mile ride on a Tuesday: an evening where our home routines usually allow me plenty of free time. It didn’t happen.
Working late (both the OH and myself); shopping; brownies… each of these things conspired to make our evening meal fairly late and as a consequence my ride simply didn’t happen. I sulked for a couple of hours like a spoiled kid. This is the negative aspect of being positively motivated to ride, I suppose 🙁
I had half a day off to watch some football team with the lads from work. We watched our national team’s long-overdue reasonable performance at the place where we also play 5-A-Side each Wednesday. The half day holiday gave me the chance to get home, get changed and get the Fat Boy out.
It’s less than 2 miles to Soccer Village from home. Hardly enough to get me the 15 I needed. Nevertheless I headed out there and tucked my bike behind the bar while we watched the match. After the game on the telly, we had a proper game on the pitch and (as usual) my legs weren’t worked very hard. I’m a lazy sonofabitch.
So…. I took the long way home, treading the fine line between accruing mileage and missing my tea. Two laps of Hollingworth Lake, back home then an extra little lap by the brook to Milnrow and alongside Firgrove playing fields, until my time ran out.
I was moaning last week about not being able to hit the 30mph mark on the run down from t’Lake to the canal, if you remember…
#June100 mileage: 97.26 🙁
Max. Speed: 29.7 mph 🙁
Despite the miles on a very pleasant afternoon, and a decent result (at last) for the boys in South Africa, I was left unsatisfied.
Ah well, at least I know I’ll hit the 100 on my next ride out, unless I have a Jon-style broken bike/self incident! 🙂 Probably Saturday. Meh.