Been out for 4 hours this morning. All but the last 30 minutes was fairly dry and then it made up for it, raining hard like needles on your face, water finding any gap to trickle inside socks and jackets. A mountain of soggy kit is now whizzing round and round in the washing machine, exchanging soapy suds for sweat and rain.
The ride was fine. Nice chat and 60 steady miles of tapping away, duracel-bunny slow. Plodding on. I am thinking a lot about Strathpuffer and whether or not I would like to be riding around an icey, treacherous and windy course in Inverness for 24 hours with 18 hours of darkness and few people other than Rob cheering me on.
I decided that yes, I probably would.
Ps: As I write this James is in the lead by 2 minutes. Go on Leavesley!
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