Magic day...

Somtimes you just have one of those days but in a good way, and Friday 27th May was no exception.

It was the day of the annual Phoenix Bike Ride, where staff from schools bring 400 kids into the city centre on their bikes to watch bike films at the Phoenix. I rode in with a school from Thurmaston, and I have to say it was awesome (to use an american phrase which I usually hate!). I set off on my first leg at 0745, and 6.5 miles later (along the fab Riverside/Abbey Park/Space Centre route out to Watermead Park and beyond to Thurmaston. Then back into Leicester with the kids, watch some films, have some photos with councillors etc, then back out to the school. One of the big points of this is to show the kids (and adult helpers!) how easy it is to cycle into the city centre (Leicester).

Anyway, kids safely back at school, my work here is done and it's off to the Western>. I love this pub, it's kind of been our surrogate Pump and Tap, since the Pump was famously knocked down to build a swimming pool for De Montfort University. By the time I get to the pub and ctach up with various colleagues I've done 27 miles on my trusty Merida Glide.

A pint of beer later and I am persuaded to join various colleguey types on Leicester's Critical Mass (monthly bike ride around Leicester, attracted over 170 cyclists last month. I'd never heard the term Critical Mass until a couple of months ago - you'll have to check out the facebook page to read about its philosophy...

The ride attracted at least a couple of hundred people anyway, and took us on a route round the ring road, past the Space Centre (for only the 5th time that day!!!!) and ended up with several circles round the clock tower, which was akin to being at the eye of a storm - virtually imposible to escape once in the middle of it! There's some fab photos on the facebook page.

Ended up at the Criterion. I asked the bar man what bottled lagers they had, as they didn't serve Sol (which I'd ask for). He grumpily told me they had over 300 bottled lagers, so I replied that something light would do. Anyway he plonked an opened bottle of Desperado (a tequila laced mexican beer) in front of me. Not sure I needed a tequila laced beer at that particular point in time but went with it. Cycled home after just the one (only being a good girl because Twickenham looming the next day). Magic by Ladyhawke was the first song that came on, and yes - it had been a magic day...

Cyclometer showed 35 miles when I got in. Slept like a baby - flat on back, woke up in exact same posiition ready for the rugby.