My training ride.........

Remote, wild and desolate was the training ride I did this weekend. For an hour and forty minutes I cycled across moorland and through forest tracks without any sign of another human being. However I passed a group of 4 cyclists in the one hour and forty first minute, nodded a quick hello, hit a rock and went arse over tit. I flew over the handle bars and landed on my back with my bike on top of me....... they all ran up and asked if I was okay and I resisted the urge to say "What does it bloody look like?" . I picked myself up, cycled round the corner, did a quick limb count and limped home.

The good news is my bike isn't damaged, the bad news is I can't decide which is more battered and bruised, my ego, my thighs, my arm or my abdomen.......... it's my ego.

Onwards and upwards though - I'm cycling home tomorrow, eyes firmly on the track and ingoring anyone who says hello!