It was a brilliantly wet and chilly morning that reminded me of the differences between reality and virtual reality riding. One moment in particular was when I hit the concrete.
No, don't worry, I wasn't going fast, in fact I was not moving at all. I pulled up to a red light, tried to unclip my left foot, nothing doing, leaning left, panic sets in, one last attempt and finally too late, boom! "Hey, mate, you alright?" a fellow biker was kind enough to ask as I dusted myself off, "Yeah, I'm ok, thanks." 'Just a shot to the ego.' A few pedals later, a big grin came across my face, a bit of laughter and finally I went from idiot laying on the rode to guy laughing hysterically as he rides through Highbury (hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, you're not enjoying life).
Sunday was a one hour run through a sun-filled North London. Nothing major to report, left hip a bit stiff from the fall, but all-in-all a good run.
I've now caught up on some much needed sleep (but just in case, I'm off for a nap soon!) and ready for the week ahead.