13 and nearly-a-half miles per hour - catch me!

I love my bike. I had a rubbish day at work today, too many meetings and Very Important Things To Do while running on a brain like porridge left me feeling snappy and generally very grumpy (sorry to my lovely work buddies), counting the minutes until I could literally run down the stairs and belt across the bay on my bike. Even a stiff wind and grey drizzle couldn't dampen my mood and instead of struggling to make 12 mph up the final stretch I topped out at 13.3 mph, quite an achievement for me. Off to Copenhagen tomorrow for a couple of days to work, so I've packed my running gear and might manage a little jog while my bike takes it easy in the shed. I think she'll miss me.