It was a beautiful sunny day today, despite the fact that we are not that many miles from Somerset, where traffic was seriously disrupted (or so we were informed by the lunchtime TV news) by several inches of snow. Here in Cardiff it was the sort of day when you would need a very convincing reason NOT to ride the bike.
So, about an hour after lunch I set out to enjoy the best of the day. Traffic was light and the ride was enjoyable. Why do I find the anticipation of a cycle ride less than encouraging when the ride itself is always such a rewarding achievement? Does anyone else have this problem?