Cycling to work this morning, I did not want to get off my bike. The weather was glorious and I just wanted to keep riding around and around… it helps that I get to cycle across the river (Waterloo Bridge for anyone who’s interested – not Blackfriars! Terrible for cyclists; not Southwark, because I don’t like cycling through the City as cabs are rushing people about) which is beautiful, and makes me feel really connected to my city.
After work I cycled home, and even through my ride is almost twice as long time-wise than my previous commute, I loved it. I arrived home sweaty and happy, and feeling great.
And then it hit me. I love my shoes. Just a handful of weeks after I considered putting my old pedals back on (yeah, I didn’t blog that bit…) I honestly love the cleats. I love the increased power I get going up hills, and the extra push on the flat; I love the sense that I’m working out more of my legs than before. I feel like I can put more in – and get more out.
Also: maybe it’s the weather, but I’ve come to realise recently that I don’t just cycle-commute because it’s cheaper and better for me – it genuinely has become my favourite way to travel around London. Having spent two weeks at the mercy of unpredictable cross-city trains and tourist-filled sweat-box tube carriages, I really love being able to get to work under my own steam, not relying on anyone else.
What can I say? It seems a certain someone has converted me into a cyclist… Well done him. For now, I have a few cycling-related seeds of ideas rattling around in my head, which may grow into projects in the future – let’s wait and see.