i’m currently riven with cold. it consists of a ceaseless flood of mucous and an anxious death rattle of a cough. it started the day before the frome ten and is now in full medieval peasant mode. i have been cycling to work but had zero energy and have generally felt flatter than a badger conversing with traffic on the a38. at one point on the way home i even got overtaken by a chap on mountain bike that appeared to be held together with scaffolding pudlocks. i couldn’t have chased him down if i tried. in fact, he dropped me like a sack of shit on a 2% incline across the downs. i’ve booked in an extra rest day tomorrow; i’m going to sit this beast out. if it clears by the end of the week then i’ve got the severn 25 to look forward to – hanging out with middle-aged men in lycra in a slightly seedy layby off the main road at strange o’ clock on a Sunday morning. everyone loves the graveyard.
serves you right you trying to get race fit in February!!! Jack your boardman and grab your Carradice for some Audax bag swinging fun…………….get well soon I am getting very worried that the fast boys of the west are turning soft, first we had the hill climber clashing on Saturday and now you are flat as a badger.