A nice 'stop me going stir crazy' hour on my hybrid (which has sat in pieces in the shed for 9 months so a quick re-assemble required)...same route as last week, cinder tracks, round the old brickpits, a mass of small and huge lakes and ponds, tracks going here and there...all in the sun and a light breeze, lovely. Hardly a soul around and no cars to deal with.
Heard two cuckoos, alternately calling. I knew one was nearby, slowed as I approached some trees, to see him flit off from a branch maybe 15 yards away. makes me realise how little ive been out, they're the first ive heard this year.
Just an hour, pedal then coast, pedal then coast, just to stretch the legs. Still feel unable to really fill the lungs. CT scan on Monday, sometimes I fear this year is going to be a write off, and then I think, so what...so i'm having a steady year where the bike and fitness isn't the be all and end all. Sometimes the fitness is actually a millstone round your neck, either the loss of it, or the fear of losing it.
Its a mental battle sometimes...todays ride reminds me the pleasure cycling gives you.