I started cycling on the third day of the first lockdown to control my weight and give me something to fill part of the day.
The first two days, I watched a box set, ate fry ups and drank loads of beer.
I put on half a stone in 48 hours. So I decided to do something physical and set about fixing up my old Apollo.
I rode the local estuary cycle path for ten or fifteen miles every day (the one where
James May raced the electric model train set).
I was slow to start with and every joint ached, but over the coming weeks, I got quicker and it got easier.
The ride across country to work was a mad pipe dream. I didn't believe that I could do it. I tried it the week before we went back to work and it nearly killed me. But I stuck with it and it gradually got a bit easier.
I've got faster on the commute due to improved fitness, better use of my gears and by gradually learning when to go hard and when to take it easy.
I've more than lost my early lockdown weight and I'm now the same weight as I was 20 years ago. My leg muscles are ripped, my joints no longer creak and I don't get puffed out walking up the hill to the newsagents.
But still, the ride home every day seems like too much hard work.
I've tried a few different foods at different times to see what I can eat and when to boost my energy levels.
If I eat too early, I spend the last hour at work trying to fight off sleep. If I eat too late, I get cramps in my calves on the hills.
I did eat a Mr Kipling Bakewell Tart at about 4.30pm a couple of weeks ago and it seemed to make a difference. No sickie feeling in my legs, no cramps, quick commute time.
I'm reluctant to go down the sugar hit route though. I very rarely eat sweet stuff. I'd rather eat a bit of cheese than a lump of chocolate.