Head wind

Today was a road ride to Taunton. I got up early - it was still dark. I examined the dark circles under my eyes, drank 3 cups of tea, ate 4 weatabix and set off towards Ashton Court. Riding through the park is the favourite part of my ride. No cars, few people and a bit of peace above the bustle of the awakening city.

But then you fly down towards the main road and you're back in the fast lane; cars flying inches from you, water spraying up your back and onto your face, tarmac climb after tarmac climb, the headwind halving the effect of every watt you push out.

So, turn up the ipod and sing your way down the A38. I had a bit of Jose Gonzalez this morning and a few sketches of Blackadder. The old'uns are the best.

Now I'm at home with my housemate in the warm, watching the rain trickle down the window and hearing the wind batter the garden outside. I will fall asleep this afternoon and I can't wait. Sometimes I wish I could sleep forever.