I've decided on some 40 minute stretching sessions each day instead and one gym trip for the upper body.
Then I can die a death on Sunday morning, at some point, in the knowledge that, whilst I did not do quite enough cycling, I at least look like I put some effort in!
I'm really not looking forward to part pushing, part riding, whilst cussing & swearing, my two bikes through some mud-hell-hole at 2 o'clock in the morning. Dry I think I could have just about managed, wet and muddy I know changes everything.
I'll be the one weeping in the corner since we all know Heather Mills eventually throws her toys out of the pram in a fit of anger and frustration!
(Team: Heather Mills Swims in Circles. The caveat being: unless it rains in which case she throws a paddy!)