Anyway, in my position as role-model for the intrepid generation I've agreed to do the Coast to Coast in 12 weeks time. No, it doesn't mean watching repeats of Neil Oliver on BBC2 all afternoon. It involves cycling the width of the Country from Whitehaven in Cumbria to Whitley Bay in the North East following in the footsteps of Britain's Greatest Fell-Walker, Alfred Bradbury.
These ideas are fine and dandy when discussed over a glass or two of wine in front of a warm radiator but once people have actually booked accommodation and train journeys the reality starts to dawn that the Coast to Coast will involve 50 miles of serious cycling. Every day. For 3 consecutive days. The first day being over the top of the Lake District. It's not quite the same route as Alfred Wainwright's original Coast-to-Coast Walk as it is a proper Sustrans Cycle Route using lanes and disused Railway tracks (and also I don't remember seeing the great man on a mountain bike at any stage in his career).
I will need to get out on my bicycle very soon (as soon as the green waves of manflu subside) and put in some serious practice as my PB of getting down to the local Post Office and back (7 miles on the flat) is not going to cut the mustard on the first stage to Penrith. Look out for regular updates to this exciting plan and further excuses to post pictures of Botox Bradbury.
If you can contain your excitement, I've acquired an iPhone App which turns my new phone into a Bike Computer which automatically sends "Tweets" to Twitter with progress and map positions during the trip so both my readers can follow my torture and humiliation from the comfort of their laptops. It hasn't been this good since the web site which followed David Walliams swimming the Channel.