So this morning I'm feeling like death warmed up (at least death had the good grace to give me a hot water bottle) and I can see that the ride will involve 5 miles of constant headwind.
But instead of taking the offer of a halfway lift with a flat walk the rest of the way, or hopping on a bus virtually door-to door, I still sling my broken wind-pessimistic self onto the saddle and plug away. Why?
Because I still enjoy it, that's why. Try saying that about driving in a 5mph queue (I was going about 6mph so still going past it).
Although worringly it does mean that I fulfil a lot of the criteria for 'addiction'...