Dashed home at lunchtime to have a crafty bit of fitness. Rollers. Loaned by a friendly fellow roadie who hasn't used them very much. So that should have been a clue.
At home, so not much lycra required - bibshorts, shoes, t-shirt, bottle of water to keep hydrated as I crank up the miles. Rollers down, bike on, cleats in - fall off! And that was it.
Lying there I reflected on how much I liked my turbo trainer. I also pondered my shin, gently oozing, before shuffling off to find the micropore patch and the school nurse.
I'm not giving up though, although I shall be starting off in a doorway next time. Excellent, but badly timed advice from my amused friend.
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