Getting back in the saddle

I stopped riding to work before Christmas. There were so many dos, dinners and drinks taking place in December, that it was a rare day when I'd be leaving town sober or at a reasonable hour, so I knocked it on the head for a bit.

And of course, there's that childish contradictory streak of mine that means I deliberately avoid anything resembling exercise in early January. "Made a New Year's Resolution, have we?" No. Naff off.

But it's almost February and the evenings are getting lighter and I really need to stop giving London Midland all my money, so here I go again.