With home now being where we work, rest and play we've found it important to create a break between the working week and the weekend so that all the days don't just merge into each other and create some kind of alternate Groundhog Day. So on Friday, work was shut down, the doors to the 'offices' were closed and we settled into our weekend routine. On Saturday I would normally go for a long bike ride and at this point in my training, most likely would have been riding for most of the weekend, and through the night. But, this is not a normal Saturday.......
Today was much like yesterday, but without a cream team, or a round of applause for the NHS. However, the health workers and support staff were reporting back today just how touched they were that their sacrifices were so appreciated by the population as a whole. Even royalty and the PM & Chancellor joined in with the applause. The NHS will certainly be earning our praise over the next few weeks, as the death toll from this indiscriminate virus rises daily, and it seems inevitable that we will be practicing social distancing in one form or another for considerably longer than the initial 3 weeks set in place.
As the country starts to get to grips with the first full day of lockdown, people are coming to terms with this new way of living in their own way......
But even better than all the community sharing is the fact that people are just trying to cheer each other up. They've stopped moaning about loo roll hoarders and started putting their children's rainbow pictures in their windows
Taking a glance at my book collection, it's not hard to understand why I feel compelled to travel all over the world with my bike. My reading material transports me to far flung places, and it's usually around this time of year, when the evenings are dark that I bury my nose deep into the next epic cycling adventure.
December 22nd is notable in my calendar for two reasons. First, it's my daughter Abi's birthday. Who knew 31 years ago that I would be doing the other notable thing, an overnight bike ride on the shortest day of the year and on a night where there were weather warnings galore?
Being a long distance cyclist was accepting that it was all I could become. Yes I could cycle a long way, and I loved to do this, but I felt I was deluding myself if I thought I could ever be even slightly competitive as a cyclist. Completing a long distance event in time, let alone a good time, was something that more capable & usually younger women did, not me. I would enter, because I liked the idea of a particular ride, and my aim was simply to complete it, hopefully in time.
So what’s change my perspective?