Commuter-Itis. (again.. remember this from Summer?!)

Well, it’s been one hell of a week. It began with a drive to Essex, was followed by a drive back to Brighton, and the latter half included approximately 3hrs of driving a day thanks to the wonder of commuting combined with rush hour traffic and the Great British Inability to cope with snow. I particularly liked this comment:
“If England had a ski resort, it would have a sign on the door: ‘sorry, no skiing, there is snow present'”

I also managed to sprain my ankle on Monday… it proceeded to swell up to twice normal size and then, over the course of the next few days, become gradually more purple. Pictures available on request. LB, who has been off skiing the past week, is being collected by Daddy-GP today so, failing seeing physio (got stuck in MORE traffic) he’s going to take a look at it.

Anyway – so the result is this: I spent the day light hours of last week either driving or in an office. Work was GREAT and I had a chance to get out for a few interviews (great fun… particularly the 69 year old Cliff Richard fanatic who went overboard on Christmas lights, and muchly looking forward to being ‘looked after’ by a squad of firefighters on Monday 😉 ) but I did suffer from lack-of-outdoors vampiritis a bit.

I attempted a bike ride on Saturday morning, but I got as far as Brighton town centre, decided my lack of ability to see due to driving rain, followed by snow, made the idea a little unsafe, so I resigned myself to 2.5hours of turbo, followed by treacherous bike ride home to bring the total to my normal Sat 3hr ride. Stubbornness prevailed but I didn’t feel I’d had the same experience I would have if I’d had a mini-adventure accross Sussex.

I’m excited by the prospect of Christmas week off… the chance to see the day light and enjoy some relaxation. Hopefully with some swim, bike and (rehab)run slotted in too.

Human beings need time to be outside – we need to get away from computers and cars and all the unnecessary items that seem to have become intrinsic parts of daily life.
Well – maybe some of us dont – but I do. If I get this job (I find out after Christmas), or any other job – I want to live close to it. Working 8.30-6 is FINE by me – as long as I enjoy my job – but not if I have to leave at 7.30 and don’t get home til 8pm. This kind of life, combined with training = 5.30 wake up call, 9pm bed time without a single break in between = no life.

Published by michellearthurs

I'm an NCTJ Journalist and work at Cycling Weekly. Previous to this, I was the Editor at Total Women's Cycling. I've also dabbled in marketing and copywriting - having been Marketing Coordinator and Social Media/Content Editor at Evans Cycles. My first job was working on a local newspaper.  I've written for a variety of titles on a freelance basis, too. I got into cycling when I entered my first triathlon in 2010. I now race crits, road races, time trials, and do a lot of track training for not very much track racing.

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