Can this be a good idea - I'm going out for a post Boxing Day day ride with a stinking cold. It's kill or cure and the way I'm feeling I don't much mind which but I can't just keep sitting around the house moping and feeling guilty at the lack of exercise and the vast food intake (well they do say feed a cold). So, I am now going to leave you and climb into lycra - these may be my last words.
Happily for me; less so for you, they turn out not, as you can see, to be my final words. I have peddled along behind my pal Alastair for twenty odd miles and though I made heavy weather of it I'm pleased to have done it. Of course it served to highlight just how far I have to go to get back to a reasonable level of fitness but it is a start. It IS a start.
