Time to resurrect this thread a little.....
I was rudely woken this morning by DH turning over and hitting me! I struggled to open my eyes...and realised that it was only just 5.10 am. My head was pounding; not surprising given that I'd hit the pillow at a little after 1 am. We'd spent the night at my work's Christmas party.
The work debauchery is legendary amoung its staff. It's the one night of the year where the whole company pretty much congregates together and collectively does the Rapunzel thing.
And last night was no exception. Don't get me wrong! There are no wild swings from chandeliers nor any sense of politically incorrect behaviour. We're all a bunch of 30, 40, 50-something people that just love to have a good time; and stay within the bounds of acceptable legal and police sanctioned behaviour.
And being woken up at 5 am in the morning was not something that I had counted on after the night/early morning before.
I tried my darndest to get back to sleep. Try, being the operative word. I was awake when first one, then the second, cat meowed to go outside. I was awake when the alarm went off. I was awake when our newspaper got delivered with a thud on the paving. So, at 6.30 am, I got up and decided that a hot cup of Joe was in order.
And then I wrestled with my conscience.
Should I go for a cycle?
DH had indeed pumped my tyres up the week before and I no longer had that excuse of flat wheels to hold on to. The extra air in the wheels had been nagging at the back of my mind and it was time to blow it away.
It only took me about 2 hours to work up the conviction to get on my bike.
I am happy to report that I cycled for 5 km this morning and am feeling much better for having done so.
Now...I just need to stay good with my food.

