Saturday, 22 February 2014


Wesburn - Warburton - Wesburn:
We rolled up the old Warby road and I slowly stripped off layers, thinking about the day ahead, and how it was probably wise to let Ash continue to play solo off the front on this one, to save myself for the hard efforts to come.

As we rolled down the other side, I'm sure the others were focused internally to, it was quiet, peaceful, how's the serenity? Then my thoughts were drawn outwards as far as my epidermis. It was being slid along the tarmac.

After a few moments sitting in what I suppose is the opposite gutter, collecting my thoughts, while others collected by bike. I got up, and walked my tattered body and kit back up to the corner that I'd just failed to get around. There was no obvious reason why I'd hit the deck, and that is probably the most troubling thing. I've got nothing to blame but myself.

With blood streaming from at least one point on my body, I waved the others goodbye and turned back towards my car, slightly bemused about all that had transpired.

D: 14.4km
A: 303m

PMPW: 94kg


Publius Naso said...

Fuck me you've had an interesting week! I think I prefer my version - just outright break your clavicle and have a good couple of weeks off until your head's back in the right place.

neil said...

I dunno if I'd prefer a broken collarbone, but yeah, I certainly wouldn't put my week on a bucket list either.

Publius Naso said...

Bury 'em both down the bottom of the bucket and find something better to do I reckon.