Age shall not whither her nor customer cloy her infinite variety

I don't know whether the above quote from Anthony and Cleopatra is completely accurate but the bit about whithering due to age is how I feel this morning.
I enjoyed a ride from Hackney to Chiswick and back yesterday morning with my younger son. It's about a twenty four or twenty five mile round trip. In fact I used to do it as a regular commute which is how the idea for riding to this otherwise random location was generated.
It was a beautiful morning. Most of the central London streets we used were completely or partially devoid of traffic. The sun was warm but there was a cooling breeze and the greatest danger was that of bumping into in inattentive early morning tourist.
Now it's Monday morning and I am back at my desk and my legs ache. Perhaps if I put it like this - MY LEGS ACHE - I might enable the reader to empathise a little more (if empathy is your thing). But then again I am having difficult getting together the enthusiasm to use even block capitals.