The summer
seems so far away as I look out of the window into the "Dark Winters
Night", my
mind playing games with itself, do I really want to go out?
Missing one night
won't make a difference will it? It looks cold out there,
but its warm inside, do I need to bother? The list starts to become an endless
stream of excuses for not going down to the shed, to get my "Dark Winters
Night" companion. "IT" has no excuses like, its cold,
I can't
be bothered, wonder what's on telly? The only thing stopping "IT" going
training is my commitment.
The
battle
is over, my conscience getting the better of me, as always. Out I step
looking
like something from "Scott of The Antarctic". Fleece cycling jacket,
thermal trousers, overshoes, woolly hat. Two layers of tops on
underneath
my jacket, two pairs of socks on my feet, under the overshoes and
cycling
shoes. Its probably 2 deg Celsius out there, but it certainly feels
a lot
colder and by the time I return, it certainly will BE!!!!. Ah well
here goes,
quick check over my "Dark Winters Night" companion, lights
secure,
Polar heart rate monitor fixed to the handlebars, perhaps it won't
be so
lonely
after all. The beeping of my HRM. being a constant reminder, that my faithful
training partner has not let me down with excuses. "IT" also
has
no excuses, as to why it cant go training.
After
all the excuse making, and conscience battles, the ride itself was
pretty
un-eventful, I was a bit over cautious, too many layers of clothing, still
better to be safe than sorry, you just never know what might happen on a "Dark
Winters Night" when you're the lonely rider. But the question I ask
myself,
Am I the lonely rider? after all I have my companions, We may not be fluent
in the same language but we all understand each other, and we will ALL, be
out there again, the next time on a "Dark Winters Night".
