Okay, so I admit it. The plan to rise at 5am and sprint energetically around the environs of Kirkby Lonsdale did not materialise. In fact I got up, peered at the icy lane outside and went straight back to bed. I am not sure what I envisaged as a replacement for today’s activity but luckily it came in the shape of a turbo trainer. These nifty little devices (and they are surprisingly small and certainly nifty) enable you to strap your bike into a treadmill and pedal furiously in your own front room. So installed in the familiar surroundings of a friend’s living room I spent Friday evening – at least for the duration of at least one soap opera – pedalling, panting and generally looking rather foolish. At least it meant Operation 360 continued, and I do have the promise that I can use said turbo trainer when my mate goes skiing in February.
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