Yesterday it was cold and grey but the roads were dry, so whilst Mrs Mouse was preparing for work I commented that as I hadn’t ridden for nearly two weeks I felt I ought to go for a ride, though didn’t really feel like it. Mrs Mouse replied that I didn’t have to go out, it wasn’t a ‘job’ — in my head I thought that it certainly felt like it, with the hassle of getting all the layers on, suffering the jars in my back riding the same old roads, then the probable necessity of cleaning bike again in coming days.
I was also feeling down with life and the season but in the end I did convinced myself to go out. I popped some Ibuprofen and by the time I’d got myself and bike ready my back ache was dulled right down. Once I straddled the running bike and opened the throttle I immediately felt a slight euphoria from the feeling of control and freedom, and thought to myself ‘why do I keep forgetting this?’. It seems to me that the answer to ‘can I be bothered to go for a bike ride’ should always be a resounding yes! 
Whilst navigating the initial urban environment I got cut up twice by cars from the inside lane but my state of zen wasn’t disturbed and I just dropped back to get a safe following distance again. Once on the quiet country roads, I got into a relaxed rhythm following an hour long route to my Lunch destination.
After a burger and chips was another 90 minute ride home following satnav, which via some waypoints I set sent me down some roads I haven’t travelled much.
By the end of the riding I was getting a bit of cramp in my feet from the cold so I think I need to get some better heated socks, can’t have the weather getting between me and my bike therapy!
