On a mission

I was cross-training today, wanted to go out on my bike (well, not strictly wanted - but you know what I mean) - decided I needed a purpose.

Is a funny thing - when I go out for a run, I just "go out for a run" - obviously no purpose, just running round in a circle. When I go out on my bike, I like to have a reason.

So, today I decided I would cycle up to Reading - or nearly Reading - to check out the carpark we are booked into for the half marathon on Sunday, and whether or not it has height barriers (you just don't notice these things until it becomes a problem!).

The answer is - no it doesn't.

I'm sure you will be relieved to hear.

It was 'only' 21km each way - but my legs told me it was much further, and also - oddly - it was uphill all the way in both directions and the wind was in my face all the time. How can that be so? :) My cycling legs continue to be rubbish.

Still, it was 1hr 40 minutes of exercise - and now I can rest easy about whether the van is going to get in the car park or not.

Phew!