....tomorrow morning. Will I die?
They're going off at 7.30, which doesn't bode well. The time trial times posted on their website are pretty frightening. I've got to admit, I'm quite scared.
I suppose at worst, I blow up after two hours, crawl home on my own and fill myself with Easter eggs all afternoon while watching Paris-Roubaix on telly.
Someone (Armstrong?) once said "no-one ever died of tired legs". Is that definitely true?

