I was only planning to go as far as Kings Norton on the bike today, but once I'd got there I thought I might as well carry on all the way to Birmingham, so I did, even if it meant missing the first half hour of the football. And as a bonus, on the train back someone told me I look just like that guy who can remember everything, and was even more impressed when I confessed that I actually AM that guy!
This whole less-cake-more-exercise thing is working out surprisingly well, actually. Tomorrow I might get the train up to Derby or Nottingham, and bike the old route between the two, just to finish off an Easter weekend of pedal-power. By next weekend, I'll probably be running marathons.
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