Nothing much to boast of, but wife, son and self completed the local annual
charity+funride cycle-fest this morning - along with hundreds and hundreds of others: it was a
huge turnout in glorious weather.
As I said, no boasting, except to say it comforts me that I still can
do a leisurely forty-mile without prostrating myself, off-form and out-of-condition notwithstanding (my wife opted for the 24). And the lad - bless him - sprinted off and completed the forty in 2h30 (drinks stops included) - fifth quickest on the day - which is no mean timing considering the heat and the fair number of undulations on the 40 route. I tell him, he ought to think of doing more serious stuff but he resists that (not the cycling, but the making something competitive of it, I mean).
Of course, this wasn't meant to be a
race...
