Not tonight

First bike club run of 2012 and at least it wasn't an embarassing disgrace although I still haven't conquered the hill. But it was helped along by two snoozy train rides to Glasgow and back, even if the visit itself involved another long session of yacking. I've got the same again tomorrow and Friday. I'll know the stuff even if no one else does.

It wasn't helped by the windy final seven miles that were such a trudge that I nearly clocked up a 1000 calories but no, 955. Enough to justify eating everything in the house. And an innocent pee stop along the way didn't go unrecorded.