I could eat a horse!
Probably the big one.
OK, so maybe I bit off a little more than I could chew!
It's only been a couple of weeks since I did my last ride but six weeks since I've done anything over thirty miles. The forecast was lovely though, if a little chilly and, with Rich at home, it would have been a waste of day to do something short.
I was feeling quite chipper on the way out - fairly certain I spotted a BlipBuddy too. I did a figure of eight loop near Kettlewell to come back past the cafe at over half way in stead of just under half way. But, by the time I arrived there, I concluded it was too cold to stop and I'd rather just keep my engine running. Grassington was still an option.
I forgot in Grassington. By the time I was in Bolton Abbey, it was simply too near home to stop and my thighs were tiring to the point I was having to disown them to keep going.
I almost texted Rich as a joke at the bottom of our hill to say I needed collecting but decided that would probably be the case if I stopped pedalling. With a bit of singing, I made it home feeling like I'd done a hundred but actually only half that!
Don't worry, it's been fish and chips for tea.
Bring on the fat! Bring on the carbs!
Update: feel a bit bad for the fish now :/