The reward is worth the effort.

 

I've got a confession to make: I sometimes struggle with motivation to ride after work. During the day I waver between looking forward to it, and thinking about not bothering.

This week especially was difficult, especially Monday. The office in London has been semi open for a while, only being used if computer setups etc were required. With one or two people in at a time. The easing of lockdown meant we had the option to occasionally work from the office, still only a few people. at the same time. I choose to go in and I was surprised how deserted London is. Almost empty train carriages, barely anyone in Victoria station, or along my walking route to Neal Street. I left early but still got home after I would have normally switched off my computer. I had convinced myself to take the night off. After dinner I sat looking at the clock, was it too late to go? Eventually I couldn't resist and was on the bike a short time later. It felt great, as it always does. I had been lacking energy, the feeling was gone.

The rest of the week I reminded myself of that change. These rides also improve my fitness. 

So when the weekend comes I can go further and really enjoy it. 

Saturday was with my club, another new eating place - Bolney Wine Estate - and 67 miles. It started chilly, but ended under a warm sun and blue skies. Still only a few in the group, but a good chance to chat.

Sunday I was in Westerham again with Matt on our bench. A strong headwind meant it was extra work and chillier than Saturday. The green was sheltered so once the clouds blew away it was a pleasant place to be. Life is good.

The strangest part is the feelgood factor when I get home. I have exerted myself, plenty of hills to climb, but I have so much more energy, so much more motivation, and an uplifted mood. I'm risking being too evangelistic again, I can't help it. 

Cycling makes me feel that way.