A small victory and an Epiphany

Well, here it is - we cracked the 8 mile mark. We're not content though, not by a long chalk.

The progress made has been swift thus far and not without its bilious by-products but hey, no pain, baby, no gain.

I've been cycling to work, working (sic) on CV fitness and stamina. It's coming in droves. I can now do The Hill in nosecondsflat and still have the wherewithal to smirk at the queueing cagers at the top of the hill.

Now, Spaniards, my second bugbear, is surmountable in those gears not reserved for Gran. Big up.

And the little push on St Mary's? A piece of the proverbial dealt with en attaquant.

The net upshot - no weight loss to mention. Bah! I guess the slimming waistline and the rattling around of my duty belt at work show some reason for the positive delta-V.

On the return, Heartbreak Hampstead is now a no Gran zone. The meander at the top is replaced with a steady push to the inn with the weird kink. The cars cannot now keep up with me on the downhill! Go pedal power.

So, in short, I'm on my way. We both are. Stay tuned!