Watching a brilliant show by Mustasch last night at Götaplatsen meant that I woke up this morning when the CX distanspass was supposed to start. I still felt kind of miserable but decided that Dr. Chris would prescribe a dose of CX to cure this cold. And I am Dr. Chris so I should listen to the advice.

Some quick adjustments and my Ridley X-Ride was ready for the first ride since January and with new shoes, semi-rusted pedals and my constant shoulder issues, this premiere could have gone horribly wrong. But it didn't. Within the first 10 minutes of messing around at Sävecrossen I was covered in mud and a massive smile. Oh how I have missed my Ridley.

Then I rode over to Skatås and 8:an just to get some km in my legs at higher cadence and it seems to be nollning week for those new university students. At 4 different parts there were groups of around 25 impressionable young students which were mostly female so probably they are nurses and I will see them at work. Nice. When I got close they all turned for a cheer which went 'Heeeejjjjj...CYKLA!!!' When one is dressed in MCK clothes one needs to react appropriately in situations like this. So I shot off in a massive sprint each time. =)

And back to the football fields I made the usual lap of hell which included 5 runs up the stairs while some guy on an MTB just stared at me. Which one of us has not discovered real cycling yet, I wonder... A quick wash of the bike and it was time to roll home because I was dead and my left knee started hurting (shoe/pedal issue, probably). But everything else was absolutely brilliant! Chris Cross is back!