I was distinctly 'meh' this morning. Putting on a few pounds, not getting out on the bike at weekends (for nice reasons, but all the same...), it was all just... well, 'meh'
Had to run a small errand on the way home, so I escaped the gravitational pull of the straight route home and rode out to Bishopthorpe, by dint of not deciding where I was going until I got there. About 6 'unnecessary' miles in all by the time I got home. Not much, but I think I might have got my mojo back.