Hard. It seems that my cold that I pretty much thought I was over is still with me. Again the first five or six kms was good but I was stuffed after that. It’s strange. apart from feeling tired (well exhausted actually) my arms are the thing that I really notice. I’ve never really had much upper body strength but, as thin as they are, they are not usually the first thing to go when cycling. That honour is split between legs and lungs: in no particular order.
So I got to my clients place, who fortunately arrived after I did and therefore didn’t see me laying on the floor looking like I might asphyxiate and started work. As the day went on I felt worse and worse, until after lunch I suggested that I needed to go home to which he replied that he would take me home as only an idiot would ride in “this weather”. I didn’t refuse.
So after a sleep this arvo, a bit more work and a ride to Newtown for “date night” with @KathrynElliott I’m utterly buggered.
Viva la Tour.