Here's today's (pathetic) first road ride of 2016.
I deliberately chose a route that covers part of my old commute so that I could compare "performance" (if that is the right word). There's one particular climb I used to use to measure my form - Woolwich Ferry to Shooter's Hill Road. My best time ever (which, I proudly notice, is still 8th on the all-time leaderboard) is 5:26. Today's effort, after which I briefly thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat: a roundly dispiriting 7:52. True, I was briefly interrupted by a red traffic light, but I can't really pretend that was anything other than a welcome break in the vomitous agony. Certainly it didn't make any difference to my time.
I was briefly encouraged by the sight of a "PR" symbol on no less than two segments of road. Further inspection revealed the disappointing reality that one was scored on a road I had never previously ridden down and the other is a segment that was invented since the last time I rode.
Oh well. At least I know what I'm up against.