It was a bad day at the office. One of those days when the last thing you want to do when you get home is change into cycling gear an go out and do 2000ft of climbing over 40km in company wit a non competitive type!
But you know that is absolutely the best thing to do!
And so it came to pass, I arrived home to find the Ironman on my doorstep keen as mustard.
The pull up Townhill road eased off some of the days frustration and we powered up Cleish with Ironman pulling away as we crested the Col du Cleish.
Heavy clouds danced around us but dared not dump a dollop on the posse.
On descending the North Face, we upped the pace to a 30 plus kph as we sped to Powmill. In the end I got on the back and Ironman carried me all the way to Knochill turn off.
The very thought of arriving at the return point insired more energy and her climb was relatively effortless as we discussed a range of issues in society.
The trip down through Dunfermline to the Carnegie Baths resembles a road somewhere in Beirut. The holes are now joining together to become whole!
After a solid outing the time did not reflect the effort with a credible 90 mile circuit.
A small malt eased away any remaining tension
Bring on tomorrow
Bigman
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