I sit here at 7.30am on a Saturday morning, casting the occasional anxious glance out the back door. I have been waiting all week to go for a longish ride - 3 hours or so, with some hills - and I have been hoping for cool weather in which to do it.
Well, be careful what you wish for. It's cool alright - perhaps too cool. It looks ominously like rain, and there is more wind than I would like.
After a week when the mercury was getting into the mid 30's on a regular basis, this is an opportunity not to be missed.
So why am I still sitting here?
I'm getting soft, that's why.
It's time to harden up. Just typing those words helps. They've kicked off my mental preparation. Now I want to go.
One last thing before I don my gear - check the weather radar.
There is a bit of rain about, but it is miles to the south of here. I should be safe (knocking my knuckles on my wooden desktop).
Bye. Time to go sweat and puff and pant.