So I was going to start the week off in style and drop in a 50 miler, alarm at 04:30 to be out the door for 05:10. When it came to it my bed held me in somehow, I just couldn't escape. In the end I started rushing around so I could do the usual route. I just couldnt decide what to wear, -3 deg C morning up to 10 deg C this afternoon. The 7 P's definitely so true this morning.
Legs have felt like lead all week, and yet tonight, chasing a guy down at 26 mph, legs felt like I had borrowed them from Jens Voight.
Cannot work out how some days you have good days and other are bad.