Life would be so much easier if I could bound out of bed effortlessly as soon as my alarm goes off. Instead, I usually snuggle back under the duvet while trying to come up with a suitable excuse for not riding my bike to work: I’m too tired, it’s still dark, it’s too foggy/windy/wet/snowy, I’ll ride tomorrow.
This morning, however, I talked myself into getting up and just doing it! There was no snow on the ground and none likely to fall from the sky, so I rugged up — long-sleeved t-shirt, fleece, rain jacket and hi-viz waistcoat — and embraced the chill dawn air.
The ride was certainly a brisk one. I could feel the cold air penetrating my gloves and my fleece-lined leggings. My nose and cheeks were numb.
But I loved scooting along, seeing my breath, feeling my lungs working hard.
By the time I got to Horse Guards Parade it started to snow. Big, giant, fluffy white flakes falling all around me. It was beautiful, if somewhat short-lived, because by the time I’d crossed the river it had stopped. And when I told my colleagues I’d ridden in the snow, I don’t think they quite believed me.
Will I do it again tomorrow? I’m not sure. I have to get out of bed first!