So, currently in bed (have been since 8 ) trying to get some sleep in before my 3:00am start to ride to work. Small sleepy village in Suffolk to Fenchurch st in that there London, then home again after a day at work. 200 miles all in. Was meant to do it last Friday but a bout of flu led to it being delayed.
It’s been an utterly rubbish year with so many things going wrong or ending badly that I thought I’d do something for charity. Hence this idea conjoured up whilst sat at my warm comfy desk drinking coffee at work. The amount of events I’ve entered like that (strathpuffer) you’d think I’d have learnt by now….
Anyway, lights are on charge, bottles are prepared and clothing laid out. It’s currently -2 outside and due to get a lot colder. So as you’re eating your breakfast of turkey and…well, turkey, think of me wobbling through the bad lands of Essex wondering whether I’ve lost all my toes to frostbite or if the out of date cliff bar I found in my camelbac would be better used as a weapon in Romford.
I’m scared. Very scared…