Today's commute marked three weeks of cycling for me. That's three weeks — or 15 working days — of getting out of bed at 7am in order to be on the road before London's traffic gets too busy.
It's now become second nature. No longer do I lie in bed trying to invent excuses as to why I simply cannot cycle. Instead, I practically bounce out of bed, eager to clamber on the bike for my morning exercise.
As a consequence I feel much fitter and more alert. I've lost weight (several people have commented that I "look very well" — which always makes me wonder what I looked like beforehand — ill? pasty? fat?) and my leg muscles have resumed their "cycling shape". I'm also sleeping much better and wake up feeling refreshed rather than exhausted.
And the best bit of all? I've saved myself £60 in tube fares!
NB: Still no ride stats. I hope to get the bike computer sorted this weekend.