I’m some way off challenging for the title of King of the Mountains.
For one thing, I’ve studiously avoided all mountains since getting my inappropriately named (in my case) mountain bike.
But today I headed into the Derbyshire Dales and specifically the Tissington Trail.
Rather than spend all day on the sofa writing, I decided to start my week in style with a 27-mile round trip.
I headed north from Ashbourne and wasn’t too surprised to find a gradual incline in front of me for the best part of 13-and-a-half miles. As I neared Parsley Hay and the end of the Tissington Trail itself the wind was gusting so hard directly into my face it almost brought me to a standstill.
But I conquered that gentle, gradual, never-ending incline.
And then I whizzed back down the slight slope in half the time to Ashbourne with that wind at my back.
A fantastic way to start what will be a busy and varied week – writing; Rachel’s wisdom teeth extraction on Wednesday; more writing; preparing to work in an office for the first time in over two years from next week; and Wales playing South Africa on Saturday.
But as Prince of the Gradual Incline, I now feel I can take on anything the rest of the week throws at me.