Mud, glorious mud

Why did I decide to do the long ride on Sunday again? Saturday was beautiful and don't mind running in the rain and Sunday just lashed down all day. Debated whether to do long turbo but decided to suck it in and went out with the club. Started well, with one of the group getting a flat before we'd gone a mile. Then it chucked it down so much that I was in a world of pain as was getting grit in my contacts from all the backwash of the wheel in front. Anyhow, did a couple of hours with them and then pressed on on my own. Was supposed to do 5.5 hours but had to get back as my lovely friend, Liz, had Dora and had also looked after her the day before so with the puncture delay and everything, time was getting on. Did 70 miles in the end which ain't bad. Spent a lot of time calculating whether the bike cut-off is in my reach (as always) and hopefully it is - just! Got home and looked in the mirror and my face was literally caked in mud. Attractive.

Good weekend all told and am so lucky to have Liz, John and Cordelia (and Dennis the dog) to help me out. Chris was walking up Snowdon and so they massively came to my rescue.

Still not doing enough swimming but plan to rectify that in the next couple of weeks, starting in a few minutes.