Day 11 of headache. My head actually felt as if it were pulsating in my helmet cycling in today, as if it were going to explode the helmet outwards. I can't recommend it as a sensation.
I was curious to see what impact the tube strike would have on the road today, having reluctantly conceded that I would have to cycle, rain or no. There were cyclists out who were - from their dress - not regular cyclists (like the woman whose helmet was on at a rakish - if dangerous - diagonal 90 degree angle). Some of these people overtook me. Humpf - how rude. And there were loads and loads more cars to negotiate around so it took me longer to get in. I also had to pass a cyclist accident with an ambulance in attendance. Eek. It was on a bit of the route with a separate cycle path. Double eek. My commute was dry though - although the heavens have since opened and it is now monsooning which doesn't bode well for getting home.
When I had my cycle training, I had mentioned that I hoped cycling would help me to "get fit" as an aim. This, as many people know, is fat girl speak for "lose weight". Or maybe it's just me. I don't like to say 'lose weight' in case, you know, people haven't noticed up until that point that I am fat. Yep, delusional. The bloke said you can't get fit in London as you can't get enough speed up. I hope this doesn't apply to losing weight. The Food Focus website says I burn c1200 calories in a daily cycle commute - I hope that's right and that is a decent enough effort to burn that blubber. I have bought a new gizmo for my bike which measures the speed, time, calories burnt and all other odd information. Yes, I am subjecting myself to the tyranny of yet more numbers - what a glutton (for punishment. Although actually, probably just a glutton!). I like cycling but would I like it as much if it didn't promise to substantially help me lose weight and turn my arse and thighs into steely toned sylphdom? Okay - may be asking a bit much there but a girl can dream. If sitting on the sofa, reading, burnt more calories I would be delirious with happiness. I am not a natural athlete. I don't have the hair for it, for one thing.