Lying in bed enjoying those few minutes after the alarm has gone off but before actually getting up, right arm dangling off the edge, scruffling the top of the cats head while she's marthering for food.
Thinking about the ride for the day.
I have to drop something off in the centre of town a few miles away, so that's the chance for a different first climb which will make a nice change. From there I can head up that way, which I haven't done in ages, and because I have to pedal back home via the centre of town again to stuff rear pockets with well-earned sausages for supper I mentally plan a big lollipop route; round there, which is the other way to usual, up that bit, which will hurt nicely, swoop down what is usually the long draggy climb, and I get to come over the big bastard hill and recklessly try to trip the speed-camera on the way back down into the city.
Hop out of bed with a purpose.
It's the best part of the day.
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