Very tired (not from the cycling I might add). I shuffled out of bed with my usual 04:44 alarm but this time after a very rough nights sleep waking every hour or so. No idea why.
I couldn't face the roadbike, so I opted for the clown bike. I call it a clown bike; it's really a folding bike. But with me being 6'1" and the bike having ickle wheels, I must look like I belong in a circus ring.
The only downside to the folding bike commute is that it consists of 3 trains and lots of hanging around on platforms. Two hours just to get to work. I'm an idiot.
Full waterproofs on, I set off into the torrential rain for the nearest station (3 mile away). A short hop the other end, and that's the commute to work. I don't feel like I've ridden at all today. Technically, it was still a ride, but it wasn't that feeling of a ride I get on the roadbike. But that's just me.
Just realised this is the third wet ride of #30daysofbiking and all on different bikes :)
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