My legs ache. I am but a shadow of my usual hilarious energetic self (ahem.) But I feel good, because I have just completed the Sodbury Sportive hilly 64 miler, on a beautiful life affirming english summer’s day, I even saw a bee, alas it thwacked my shades as I was traveling at 20MPH, I hope it was ok. Bzz.
Fresh faced at 8am this morning:
|8am this morn, bit chilly, awaiting our turn to get briefed.|
|Snickers a plenty.|
|Marmite on white. Yesm.|
I need not have worried. As per usual after a marmite sandwich I was good to go. And 12-15 MPH turned into 15-18 and beyond. We started to over take lots of men. And as we overtook more men, we enjoyed it and thus overtook more men. And more. And essentially were generally chicking men all over the Cotswolds by this point.
Rosie and I had got into a rhythm, we were generally within a few meters of each other, freely whizzing down lush undulating descents, speeding tightly around little bushy car-free corners on country lanes. We had a one of those great rides, where everything just falls into place, and it feels easy to chat, and have spurts of speed, and as I may or may not have mentioned, overtake lots of men.
|Afterwards with t-shirt bien sur.|