Like a natural woman.
Weekend round up? Should have included a bit of Mt Cootha action, but I was up all hours and dying from a lack of sleep, which has now morphed into a horrible head cold. So I lay in bed and felt vile. But possibly less vile than I would have after 80kms of riding. Sad, but true. My training partners are just really lazy.
I’ve wiled away the hours instead.
Oh, and here’s another very vaguely bike related poem.