An extra layer of clothing was needed for the Boxing Day morning bicycle ride. Having frozen my bollocks off on Christmas Day, I wisely reached for the Long Johns for my Boxing Day comfort blanket. I needed them as well.
It wasn’t so much the temperature change, but more the windchill. Christ, it was biting out there this morning. It was no surprise to see that I shaved three minutes off the exact same route as yesterday. The wheel that turns is the wheel that burns, etc.
It was otherwise an uneventful roll out. I’m still crocked from running with a calf strain. That shows no sign of healing anytime soon. Hey Hoe. Run Every Day in January looks like it ain’t happening this year.
The Boxing Day traffic had picked up from Christmas Day. Travellers were busy going to wherever they needed to be at 9am. Each to their own, but I was just happy to be out on my bicycle.
