Not Today, Darling. I Have My…
The sun finally decided to turn up, so I was really quite keen to get out for an 80 km jolly to loosen things up a bit. Actually, I was in the mood for some serious hammering. Once I got going, I realised that my body had other plans. Not sure what, but they did not including cycling.
I have had occasions where the body was happy to keep pedalling, but I was simply not in the mood or my mind just gave up. However, the reverse has never happened before. I suppose that there is a first time for everything.
I managed to do just 60 km in the end, and it seemed like the longest 60 km there ever was. Very odd.