Curses

 Will the a run back to the car yesterday I need to get out early and run back to work.

 Kirstie does her usual trick of being ready in 15mins compared to my hour and a half morning routine but we are still 20 mins behind schedule. Kirstie is unceremoniously thrown from the car as i head for the park and ride.

 Darn legs won't get in gear to start with and i have to settle with a plodding pace until they wake up. To help i duck into the "Thicket" a local wooded area on the side of the hill were the river has carved through it producing some entertaining single track. Its not very long but the harder hill climbs and undulating terrain wakes the legs and I'm able to settle into a higher pace (well it felt that way).

 Arrive at work 15 mins late to when I wanted and slurp down some water.

 I need sugar but I need to cut it out of my diet. Its a complete contradiction.

 So the opportunity to exercise at work passes me by with nothing other than a quick sprint up to the 2nd floor canteen for some potato fish cakes. More potato then fish.

 The ride back promises to be standard fare. Not that interested in going to the gym because its been a hard day.

 Trawling through traffic I found myself blown away by another roadie intent on self destruction going head on to the queuing traffic. How dare he overtake me. Time to test the racing speed.  The traffic moved and we were off. He was 3 cars in front. Both of us following in chain. We were let off as the traffic peeled out at the mini roundabout and i was stuck behind a car which turned after him and accelerated. I punched the afterburner. Legs pumping push pull scrape the foot through the bottom of the pedal cycle. Eyes on the target. A car holds him up at the co op and i make ground. He's not getting away but I've stopped gaining on him. Damn same top speeds. I dive into the corner onto the bumpy back road towards common lane. Legs are tired but if i can get close enough he'll have to pause at the gate. The afterburner is running out. Legs have gone. I'm out of energy. Ground is lost. At the second gate he catches a break. Another cyclist hold the gate for him and I'm too far behind to get there before the gate slams shut. I try one last effort going from the zero enforced from the gate pushing hard up the small incline. Switching to try and get down on the aero taking advantage of the new smooth tarmac on this stretch but he's still matching my top speed.  I can't hold the pace and as i come through the village there's no sign of him. Either ducked into a side road or off in the distance. I try to keep up as much pace as possible. Use the race for a good time on the runkeeper spreadsheet but its all over. I make it through the rest on auto. I don't know if it was fitness, the morning fun or the heavy back pack. The other roadie had a small bag unlike my mini bergan.

 Then to cap it all off the bloody runkeeper app wasn't working until after the race was over so i can't even post analyse. Doh!

 Really don't feel like the gym now. Curses!