Having spent many an hour inside on the Turbo Trainer during the Winter, I am now back in the routine of getting outside on my bike.
On Saturday however the elements were against me. I stayed dry, which was a saving grace, but the wind was brutal. I got buffeted and battered. The strong wind even made descending hard work; tough to control my direction and difficult to maintain forward momentum. It was “fresh” too; cold enough to make one side of my face feel numb, anaesthetised. Stringing a sentence together was a challenge, the movement of my jaw was restricted, frozen.
As I fought my way around, I started to dream of warmth. Some sun on my back. A gentle breeze. Cycling in shorts. Ski gloves discarded. Bare arms. Summer.
At the time it seemed like a distant dream. Almost too much to hope for. However we didn’t have to wait for long…
This afternoon the weather was perfect; clear skies, sun, calmness and warmth. Not a breath of wind. Prepared as ever, I was in the office watching the weather enviously. Having braved the early morning chill for a swim I was in no position to go out on my bike.
A disappointment today, but the dream gets closer all the time. I can’t remember the last time I looked forward to the Summer this much. I just hope the Summer decides to visit us in the North of Scotland again this year! Fingers crossed!