I arrived at the office, ready to take on my stair challenge for Lent.
Our office is on the third floor and so I've decided to get rid of my normal podcast to give me a little travelling music.
Decided by fruit-based God of fate, my phone picked:
So far, so good. I mean it could have been much worse... trust me. But then a bad song may force me to walk quicker.
Anyway, was a little breathless come the top. And red faced. And cursing the colder weather for my thick winter coat.
But I know it'll get better.
The WTB has had an exciting day. She's been out with her mum and sister to hunt for 'the dress'.
It has been found. Huzzah. Good news all round.
So, for the other part of my lent deal. I've chased some things for the big day and the bike. Once I'm home tomorrow night I'm hoping I'll be able to saddle up for a wee bit and get Monty some air.
Talking of the wonderful machine, I may get Monty a bell. The WTB asked why...
...
Um...
The only thing I could think of was: What else would I ring?
I think that should win that fight for now.
Surely every cyclist has one?
They're cool, right?
Right?
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