Get my bike out of the shed, fix the puncture.
Staring competition with a bull on a bridleway (bull won). Drag my self through mud/cowshit so sticky I could feel my shoes sucking off into the bog.
Knee deep wade through the River Cherwell to wash the mud off.
6.4 mph average (I've run faster than that, for further).
Get in the shower, burning/itchy feet as they defrost.
Cheese on toast and a pint of tea.
Gotta love mountain biking in the winter, innit.






