Sorius legius

I have a sore leg. Yes, I can feel your sympathy from here. And it’s not from cycling into work which I did a couple of days ago for the first time this year. Notice how I made that seamless link? I should be a DJ.

Anyhow, it was Monday. Monday was a public holiday. The buses were running to a funny schedule, and not the funny schedule they currently run to, but a different, funnier schedule. It was also a reasonably nice morning. Now work has moved since the last time I blogged (Admittedly the tectonic plates could have moved a few miles since my last entry but it’s been a busy time) and now instead of being in Bearsden (North of Glasgow) we’re slap bang in the City Centre, a mere stones throw from two previous places of employment.

Now, where was I …. oh yes. So I took the bike into work, but it was hardly worth the effort. It is now a whopping 2.8 miles from my front door to the works horror-movie-esque underground garage (more on this another day). 2.8 miles? How am I ever going to hit the 1000 mile mark by the end of the year? cough On the plus side, it took a mere 12 mins or so, even in the traffic, which is a damn site faster than getting the bus in and walking along.

The plan was to take the bike in tomorrow too. However, that depends on two things. The weather and the leg. I know, it’s like a cliffhanger. More excitement in one of these posts than the whole 1st series of Lost. Be sure to tune in next time for another exciting … er .. you get the idea.