I want to ride my (tri-)cycle

Today was a cycling day.  I got up bright and reasonably early in order to ride into work and, eventually, back again, went about my morning routine, almost got to the point of finding and putting on my cycling gear when I looked out of the window.

Fog.

Many fog.

Now, I'm no shrinking violet when it comes to doing things in adverse weather conditions, especially in the name of charidee and/or fitness - many a time I've gone out running in the pouring rain or voluntarily covered myself in mud while doing burpees (yes, I know I can see someone about this affliction, thanks) - but there are two particular elements that I, as a still novice cyclist, fear above all: one is icy, snowy weather (for obvious reasons); the other is fog.  No matter how much hi-viz clothing I put on, no matter how much I look like a brightly-lit Christmas tree, I still don't think it is necessary for me to cycle from A to B in the fog when there is an alternative that doesn't involve traffic.

Tick, tick, tick, tick

The problem I then had was that there wasn't enough time for me to get in my prescribed half an hour on the turbo trainer in our conservatory before I had to leave to get the train to work.  I decided that I would either go out for a ride on the road or get on the turbo trainer when I got home.  As it happened, by the time I got off the train, the fog had completely cleared and it was a beautiful sunny day.

Once home, I decided that the turbo trainer was the way forward (not literally, of course - that would result in me bursting through the conservatory windows into the pond) and I had been in the saddle for about three minutes before realising that I had made a very bad decision.  In my excitement to just get on with it (none of that procrastination, remember), I had completely forgotten that the turbo trainer bike has a men's racing saddle on it, otherwise known as a stick.  By the time I was halfway through, I was shifting my position every thirty seconds or so, just to maintain feeling in my backside and, by the end of the ride, my toes were tingling (I have since found out that the tingling toes are a "feature" of riding this bike, as James also has this problem).  Needless to say, I shall not be repeating this experience unless and until the saddle issues are resolved, either by the procurement of a different saddle or by getting a gel seat cover - bear in mind that I was already wearing padded cycling tights, so this saddle is really, really bad.

Anyway, I got to the end and I'm now really looking forward to getting up at non-existent o'clock in the morning to go swimming.  No, really, I am.