Quiet on here today, everyone must be outside enjoying the sunshine.
Lyrics: a bad run of form continues.
Nice 18 slotted in there, Dustin.
Well done Jnr RFJ, I notice that Dad omitted to mention how much he enjoyed getting thrashed.
Bike ride: "How far are we going?" "When you get back you can look at the computer!" That turned out to me a 63 mile mauling, hanging on to the tail of Group One. We headed NE, into the breeze, with two strong guys putting the muscle down. Eventually, on the SW leg, with the wind behind us, the effort level remained constant, but the pace increased. All well and good, but by that stage any slight gradient and I was off the back. Home for 1pm.
Out again shortly after 2pm, with Cross Country starting at 3pm. Four laps of a very muddy field. With low expectations, I set off from near the back, but felt OK and moved up through the field on lap 1. Got a stitch, and started to lose a place or two. Then my descent through the pack accelerated, as the mud sapped all my energy. After 3 laps I stopped. I had had enough. Oddly, after a minute or two I decided that I would indeed finish the race. Sure I got beaten by some very senior vets "I'm only 69, youth". This was on the run in to the line as well.
5 soggy, boggy miles. I think that I was doing 7:30m/m on lap 1, and 11m/m on laps 3 & 4.
I should sleep well.