Inspired by Thuekr and others I decided to get off my arse and do at least a little bit of riding on what is sadly my only day off all week.
Did a quick 12 miles off hills round North London, which is nothing really.
You know that feeling when you're climbing up a horrible, slow hill ten minutes in, you've only just got enough breath to cough so you can actually breath properly, and you get weird stitches that make you feel like you're going to poo yourself? Probably marginally better than staying in your warm house watching The Wire.
Inspired by Thuekr and others I decided to get off my arse and do at least a little bit of riding on what is sadly my only day off all week.
Did a quick 12 miles off hills round North London, which is nothing really.
You know that feeling when you're climbing up a horrible, slow hill ten minutes in, you've only just got enough breath to cough so you can actually breath properly, and you get weird stitches that make you feel like you're going to poo yourself? Probably marginally better than staying in your warm house watching The Wire.
I did get my fastest time up Swains though.