29 - 27 Box Hill

My cohorts and I headed for the hills on Sunday at the painful time of 7am - meaning that I left W1 at 6.25. I passed many people on the way home from the night before - celebrating the last night of the 277 year wait for the Tennis Cup Final win, or whatever it is called, by a British person - Tim Murray. 

We fairly hurtled around the hilly 50 miles of the route in increasing heat and no cooling breeze. I continued with my breaking an egg with a hammer policy of riding my bike with lots of extra unnecessary weight attached to it. The ride-bike combo ought to be 6lbs lighter by the big day.

I managed to race up Box Hill at over 10 mph - just for the 'fun' of it. I won't be up to mischief like that on the day - as I'll still have 30 miles to go. Maybe I'll do it at 9.99 mph.

I'd rested up previously in the week after a cramp attack from hell that got both calves and one thigh - and a middle finger. Darn it, that finger hurt.

95 miles for the week.

Thank you Jessica for your support - and Darren too.