Eleven

Day Eleven of Thirty

Legs not in it today. That, and the fact that it was hail one minute, blue sky the next, rain after that, all on on repeat through out the day. Cold it was too. But, lame excuses aside, still managed a few miles. Stopped to shelter under the railway bridge as a squall passed through, as another cyclist pulled in on his teeny, tiny, featherweight carbon fibre razor thin bike, pedalling his way up to near 300 miles for this week. Made me feel much better chatting to him that did.

A catch up with some fiends friends tonight with just about enough exercise completed for a couple of beers. Not sure how I justify the others that'll no doubt be necked after that though.

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