Form is such a transient thing. 1 month ago smashed the pb for the 20K ITT. Today? Not so much. Legs felt like porridge and the air like molasses. Down 1 min 30 seconds! No St Johann on that form Bill.
Never mind. What a magnificnent autumn morning to be humbled by the road.
No surprises in the HRM log of the race of course. Heart rate up and down like a yo-yo.
"Leave your mind at the start, Grasshopper".
Tomorrow? Back on the weights and off the beer and to hell with work I'm going riding.
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