I couldn’t meet the Sunday cyclists as I wanted to play taxi service for my son, so I set off alone around midday, when others had done their cycle, had their coffee and were on the way home to relax.
Doing the same route that I had done alone last week, I tried to go that little bit faster…..or so I thought. I was actually 10 minutes slower, only 1km/hr slower but soul destroying. At last though, at 50 years old, I’m developing a competitive streak. I’m already planning when to do the route again but faster!