So the schedule says 60km TT, but I look outside and its blowing a gail and my body is probably feeling like a 5/10 after way way to many tapering drinks last night. Don't you just love those nights where you finish the work week with a sense of excitement simply because you know your not working tomorrow and you have a few quiet drinks with dinner and then they somehow against everyones better judgement, they turn rowdy.
So back to the ordeal.....
Road works on the way in town meant throwing the bike into the car and driving out of town to get this set started. Set off and realise I have left my helmet at home. Take 2, get to my start location and realise I forgot to pump up my tyres and didn't bring any spare tubes. Oh well s##t happens, lets take the chance as I have the mobile phone. In that first 100m, I reckon I nearly quit 10 times, but as they say when the going gets tough, the tough ......
Long story short, got through it but wouldn't call it a TT. More like an exercise in survival. Meanwhile in the fantasy world of Princess, a computrainer set was more her style. Have to admit, that is the dustiest I have seen Lisa in a long time. She may be losing some of her fitness? Nice to finally arrive home in one piece, with no flat tyres, stayed upright and no excursions off the tarmac onto the dirt.
The attached picture shows why white bikes suck, specially with a leaking water bottle. Looks like I will be spending some time before race day giving this girl some tender love and attention.
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