Last Tuesday’s Hillingdon was a race I was never going to win. My lungs were still feeling trashed from the weekend so I mentally prepared myself for just staying in the race and maybe being there at the finish. I rolled in 27th or so but happy not to have blown or worsened my condition.
Since then I’ve been out for the Saturday Park Ride and gone out the back of two groups which suggests that my rubbish lungs might be down to particularly severe hayfever/allergies this year. Or me just being not as fit as I should be when faced with anything that looks like a hill.
Tomorrow’s my last Hillingdon for at least a fortnight due to work commitments so I’m toying with the idea of trying to make it count. I’ve said that before though and look where it has got me.