Damn this long distance commuting lark.
Yesterday the office closed early so everyone could get home for the footy match.
So, there was nothing foR it except to cycle all the way home. A shade under 34 miles door to door, taking a slightly, quicker more direct route home. The A21 to Pratts Bottom, over the hills to Wrotham then the A20 the rest of the way. I was a bit of a sweaty mess by the time I had got home. It was warm out there.
After last nights footy excitement, I think it was still buzzing round my mind this morning as I was wide awake at 5am. So thought might as well cycle all the way back in to work this morning. Once again, taking a similar quicker more direct route, but taking in the thigh burning Star Hill up, over and down to Orpington.
At Bromley I ran into a couple of long time regular cycle commuting chums, Kev and Graham, so it was nice to chat whilst taking turns leading out along the A21 race track.
The old legs are feeling surprisingly good.