Inner zen like calm... sometimes solo is best!

I managed to achieve an inner zen like calm this evening! I'm not really sure exactly what caused it, it was probably a contribution of factors. Two chocolate bars, a bottle of coke and one of my favourite people to whistle away the afternoon probably aided the trance like state. It certainly wasn't the weather which got progressively worse as the day went on nor the bustling environment at work today... we only had a jaw dropping 10 people in work as of 09:00.

By the time 3pm came I had already decided I was going biking this evening, I didn't want to wait for anybody to come with me, I was going solo! During the twenty minutes it took me to get loaded and be on my way an ominous cloud had taken place above me and the heavens had well and truly opened. Every time I even dared to look at Ziva she started shivering, clearly she thought we were barking mad! This didn't phase me and I continued as normal, grabbed my osprey cover and my waterproof jacket, slyly convinced Ziva to leave the safety of her bed and swap it for the boot of the car and made our way out.

I love riding with other people, not only do you have the safety net of other people to help you out and keep an eye on you but it also means you have people to share the pain of the last climb with. You can chew the fat and revel in shared triumphs at clearing sections or going faster than ever before. Sometimes, however, solo is just better! You can go whatever pace you like without feeling like your lungs will explode. You can go as quick or as slow as you like, without fear of holding people up or seeming like a total biking idiot. You don't have other people moaning about the fact you can no longer feel your toes and that you have mud in places where mud shouldn't exist! You have the peace and serenity of being out on your own, not because you must or because somebody made you or encouraged you but because you wanted to go biking no matter what!!

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