Yesterday: set out on yet another 100k on which I got fed up at 25. Since I stopped chasing brevets I've got no-more-worlds-to-conquer syndrome, in spades. Legs were inexplicably sore, too, maybe from riding in summer shorts in 8°C two days before, I dunno. They're sore now, though, since on the way home I took a hill I shouldn't have faster than I should have but at least that was fun and I'm still alive & kicking, just ask the dog.
Got a creaky bottom bracket now, CBA doing anything about it. I'll pretend it's the shoes until it drives me crackers. F'ck, I need a new chain too.