As soon as I got on the bike home front tyre felt squidgy, pump refused to blow it up so wasted a gas cannister on it.
Mile in met up with the young roadie from my 3 way SCR from yesterday morning, I inwardly groaned, I didn't fancy a re-match even though I'd beaten him. He didn't either so we chatted for 5 miles till he turned off. He wasn't as young as I had previously thought probably 34 ish with a 9 year old budding olympic swimmer daughter who is already in competitions. His real passion is karate apparently and so is his wifes so mental note not to piss him off too much. Amazingly he has been doing this route since 2012 olympics and we have never met before, now twice in 2 days.
Dagenham all the way up to the A12 in Harold Hill was rammed spent 6 miles dodging traffic, was mentally exhausting, 3 twats tried to block me whilst I was going down the middle of the road white lines , jealousy is a terrible thing.