Pre race nerves

It’s been another tortuous few days of feeling I’ll. This time it’s on my chest and knocked me for six. Still I was determined to see how I felt on race day so headed off to the B&B in Bourne.

The B&B title doesn’t do Cawthorpe Hall or it’s proprietor justice. I was met by a friendly dog who instinctively led me to his owner at the door. I was greeted with tea, biscuits, and all the hospitality of visiting relatives.

I watched the sun set over rolling fields and settled down to finish reading “Moods of future joys” by Alistar Humphreys. His journey is inspirational and left me feeling that I shouldn’t complain about tomorrows ride. Yet as I finished the book I let out a deep chesty cough and wondered what the hell I was doing contemplating riding tomorrow.

I’ve decided to see how I feel and choose my route accordingly. Not point in doing long term damage for short terms achievement, although I would like to say I’ve completed the long route.