The problem is of course I’ve not swung my legs over my supple saddle for almost a week. It’s never a good feeling to be without a throbbing lump between my legs, the air forcing its way into my lid, and the rain creeping down my neck. But when you’re staying in one of the most beautiful places in the world, surrounded by stunning views, roads and cafes, and knowing your ride is 250 miles away; it all just seems worse.
I miss the bike. I spent a sleepless night slipping into dreams of riding through the lanes here at Swinton Park. I’ve got a full weekend that doesn’t include a ride, not to mention the fact I’ll be without my bike for the next three weeks, with a couple of exceptions.
Next weekend is the TLB / LB France Ride, fantastic! The weekend after is the JTR Training run… wonderful!
So here’s to the weekends, the lanes, and the dreams of rides to come. But before you start to feel sorry for me, just look where I’m staying this week…
