The day started farcically, with me managing to get my foot stuck in my pedal-clip as I waited in the middle of the road to turn right. Cue a slow motion topple to the ground which resulted in me staring along the road at the oncoming traffic, which politely slowed, stopped and waited patiently for me to stumble to the side of the road. What a cock I am.
I got a bike yesterday and cycled home from the shop (getting mildly lost en route). Cycling is brilliant, although evidently utilises a set of muscles that I never otherwise make use of, my thighs were burning slightly even after the relatively short (10 miles including getting lost) ride home. Oh well, I suppose it all goes towards the overall goal of increasing my fitness. It also greatly increase my access to the Dales etc and the awesome walking there.