• Well I'll admit tonight was a shambles.

    The split was a daft one on my part. I'd reached the half-hour, and figured (dunno why) that I'd stop for a lap and catch Mr Pt as he circled back around. In retrospect I'm gutted that I didn't just carry on through. It would have been much more appropriate than was slowing down, only to observe my worryingly high temperature, before setting off again all of two minutes later. So back up to pace, failed to catch Mr Pt as he whizzed past one last time, and that was that.

    Sorry for not holding my own during the first hour. Next week I'll try to make a better fist of keeping up the pace. Mind you, I did finish on 22.1mph (ignoring the fucking stupid stop in the middle), with which I'm dead chuffed.

    The final twenty minutes or so, followed by a couple of laps of Regent's Park's outer circle, saw an odd burst of energy that rather took me by surprise. I'd been growing increasingly fatigued throughout the hour (that's cycling, innit), only to suddenly find a bit more in the closet for the last leg of the journey. I've know idea where it came from, but it made for an exciting final few minutes... I was prolly being pushed along by a breeze.

    I'll second Mr Pt's recommendation, thrashing round Regent's Park for an hour provides a good opportunity for some speedy miles, and leaves the evening spare for other things. Mebe we'll see a few more out next week?

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