How many of us get in the car to go to work, adding to the smog in the atmosphere and the flab on our waistlines. So I decide to rebel, and pull out the bike to launch myself off on a different start to the work-day.
Off I go, pushing up that first hill, calves working already, then soaring right down the other side and feeling like I'm about to fly over the handlebars at any minute - when I squeeze the brakes - I can hear them squeal!, down I go, twisting between the crazy cars that pull out of nowhere, feeling like a winner as I ride faster than the cars that are stuck at the traffic lights and whip around the corner, past the 7-11 and pull up hard at the back gate of our office. OK - it was only 5 minutes, but it was a great way to start the day, and I didn't have to buy any petrol.
Photo courtesy of Chantelle Riordan.