Originally Posted by
Llani Boy
Last year I rather neglected the bike, only treading 1,065 miles, and I think my running suffered for it as my legs did not benefit from the cross training effect it gives.
So this afternoon as the sun was shining, although a bitterly cold wind was blowing, I set off on the gravel Arkose up to the High Peak Trail. Once on the trail I was reminded it was a bank holiday as it was snided with folk, many having no consideration of others. One group, four abreast across the trail and walking towards me like Cock's of the North in their new Christmas trainers and Rab puffa jackets had no intention of moving and caused me to come to halt in front of them. They were obviously looking for a confrontation, and bigger than me, so I forced my frozen face into a smile and bid them a HNY as one of them tried to nudge me with his shoulder as I squeezed past. Why don't these people go to a football match or the Trafford centre instead of littering the countryside with their presence.
Apart from children, dogs and many deaf people, especially where bicycle bells are concerned, wandering about the rest of the ride was uneventful and I was glad to get home into the warmth of my house.
A decent start to the year of 30 miles, 1,444 feet in 2hrs 12 minutes.