This post brought to you by triple Espressos, Aspirin and Voltaren. I think (actually now I know) that I seriously underestimated the impact of a very heavy cold and not such sleep would have on my ability to ride. I was struggling after 10km and had a further 82 to go to a motel I’d booked. In fact I don’t think I’d felt this empty since doing the Etape de Tour in the Pyrenees 18 years ago – and today was without any hills.
¼ Mile from Where?
Ironically my average ride speed was the highest yet. But that doesn’t tell the truth. Lapsed time does…… It didn’t help that cafes advertised as open, were not. So stops at supermarkets for cans of Starbucks coffee and danish became the go to method and lay down on the grass beside the road a bit too often. Anyway it’s done,
Tomorrow’s forecast is rain during most of the day. I might just stay holed up and battle the cold and cough.