Every year I get to about October and decide it's cold and I can't be bothered to ride my bike apart from commuting. Then it gets to March and I decide I can't start riding again because I'm really unfit and it'll be awful. Some months later I drag myself out of my self-imposed spiral of self-loathing and misery and go for a ride. Today was the day!
I covered 116 miles of Kent, Surrey and Sussex and did 7955 feet of climbing. It took me an absurdly long time and I nearly didn't make it home before dark, but I did see a baby stoat, and I think I feel better for it. At least, I'll probably feel better for it when I start feeling stuff again. Ow.