blue sky as trainers on and out the door. damn, those tarmac inclines feel like real hills today. keep on plodding. hail falls on the home straight. through the door and into transition one. kitchen.
eggs cracked. onion sliced. garlic crushed. tomatoes chopped. chili, then a bit more for luck, added. a three egg huevos rancheros, literally hoovered up off the plate.
lycra on. water bottle filled and back on the road. pedaling across town, a few near misses but safely arrive team meeting house. quick coffee and then the spinning commences. usual trails but with a setting sun, burning purple in the sky. mud, mud and slippery mud. no punctures! back across town. passing ques of traffic. damn, this feels good. through the door and into transition two. kitchen.
flour, eggs and milk. whisked to an inch of its life. left to stand whilst the grime of the day is washed away. following the strict house rules of savory before sweet. four rounds of pancakes made and devoured. plate licked clean. lemon and sugar wiped from face. cross the finish line.
sofa and olympics await.