Thanks Expat. And Berny, I think Expat was onto something...

Today's ride was a casual 90km with 20km+ of climbs. My legs complained bitterly on the warmup, still full of delicious lactate. Then on the first climb they carried on like a pair of kids in the back seat of the car on a 1000km road trip. However I'd promised them a nice long ride, so there was nothing I could do but administer a couple of backhanders (up a gear in cycle speak) filled with genuine love. They soon 'shut-the-hell-up-alright' and from there it was a nice ride until I caught up with the lads from Peleton Sports.

After playing the hero on the climb outta Hawksbury River I quickly ran out of juice. The long-long climb out of Mooney Creek was agony in a granny gear and worse was to to come later. I tried my hand on the rollers at 'Bike Week' festivities on the Gosford waterfront and had to give up after only 3 mins. My 'opponent' was not male.

To cap the day off my gait now resembles that of a 90 yr old who forgot their cane. I'm hoping tomorrow will bring an end to the pain. Someone sensible please remind me to warm down after each race next Friday night!