I have been out most days since the purchase of my new bike. My cycling has taken the form of shortish, sharpish rides that race against the clock. It’s always the same, I set off relatively calmly, intent upon enjoying the turning of the wheels, the easy shifting of the gears, and whatever countryside comes my way. This lasts for a good five minutes. And then ME kicks in.
Me is up for pushing himself. Me likes a challenge, especially when challenging himself. Me wants to set personal bests. Me has also noticed the exstence of an extra pound or two of girth around his midriff. To be truthful, that has been there now for the best part of eighteen months. The Spanish call it the Moon of Happiness; I don’t.