O' Mice an' Men.

You know what they say about those best laid plans? Anyway, I'd had enough of the bike after this morning's killer 75 spinning class, so the rest of the day's plan was to ride less, and run more. I wanted to take in the Red Moss Kips Race route as I'd DNFd during the race. However, after riding up to Threipmuir to swim with Mary and Peter, Peter casually asked me: "You have remembered your running shoes, haven't you?" which reminded me that I hadn't. They had already run, so I was on my own - I slogged over the race route anyway, with the bike on the shoulder where I had to, and home via Harlaw where I collapsed, drenched and exhausted.