I work for them these days. This month is a bit mad as I am helping with their Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday rides, so should end up doing about 250km a week just as part of working for them. This is mainly because the Cycling Club/ Cafe is shut for refurbishment.
It was funny how you kept breaking away and then being pulled back. You were putting in some strong efforts, I was struggling. Right now it feels like I have a tin of quality street attached to my gut (probably because I polished one off over xmas singlehandedly). I can feel it wobbling in cross winds, my veins seem to be full of molten chocolate and caramel, it is not a good vector for oxygen.
I work for them these days. This month is a bit mad as I am helping with their Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday rides, so should end up doing about 250km a week just as part of working for them. This is mainly because the Cycling Club/ Cafe is shut for refurbishment.
It was funny how you kept breaking away and then being pulled back. You were putting in some strong efforts, I was struggling. Right now it feels like I have a tin of quality street attached to my gut (probably because I polished one off over xmas singlehandedly). I can feel it wobbling in cross winds, my veins seem to be full of molten chocolate and caramel, it is not a good vector for oxygen.