Work. Pretty important all in all. It keeps me in bike parts, if nothing else. It’s been a hectic few weeks though, with some big deadlines looming. There will be a something of a lull next week, all being well, so I’m taking the opportunity to take a day off and have myself a little adventure.
- Drive up Tuesday night/very early Wednesday morning
- Park up at Kinlochleven
- Ride a yet to be planned loop of some of the East side of the Mamores, ticking off at least one Munro
- Stop at the Clachaig Inn on the way home
- Drive into the night
- Sleep for a few hours
- Return to work on Thursday, physically tired, but with the all important adventure bank back in credit
So tonight, I’ll be having fun with OS Explorer 392, and a beer and a highlighter pen. Perfect.
I only got round to cleaning my cyclocross bike and taking this race number off this weekend. The number is splattered with mud, and will stay that way. It is from the Scotland Coast to Coast.
The race was a bit special for me. The result was better than I hoped for, but more than that, I rediscovered a forgotten part of me. A deep level of determination, thriving on exhaustion, enjoying the pain. I remembered why I do this, and made up my mind to do more.
I’ve made and broken too many promises to myself in the last few years. I’ll be keeping this one.