A nice day for a race. Had a shocker. No legs. Felt empty. Rode like crap. Should probably stick to audaxing.
Go out to play one lunchtime after a couple of days of ill (which may explain Sunday’s race) and the body refuses. I pull into a side street to text the others to go on without me. Not wanting to ride back through town I turn through the park, up though the ‘wild’ woods and across the golf course high above the city.
Common sense tells me to rest, don’t feel fully recovered. Mad Jack will have to wait to another year (again).
Race photo by Kevin Sheldrake