Late again, and I don’t remember much of interest happening during the week.
On Saturday a group of us went for a ride to mark two years since Ben was killed by a car while out cycling. We stopped at the crash site to pay our respects, but it was mainly about having a nice day out with friends, covering 40-odd miles in the sunshine and stopping at a couple of pubs. Then in the evening it was back on the bike to head to Nicola’s birthday party, where it was still (just) warm enough to hang around outside in shirtsleeves.
None of that was particularly good preparation for the Woodbridge 10k on Sunday, and predictably I was slower than last year. Always a great event though, with lots of support from the locals. Then sadly we learned that we’d lost another clubmate, this time to cancer and also far too young.