What was supposed to be an overcast day turned out to be pretty nice, so in the morning my brother and I went for a mountain bike ride for about an hour and a half, which I was expecting was going to be a piece of cake, until he decided it was a good way to get tired and not do homework later on. So after he put down a cracking pace into the wind that even some road riders would be envious of, I could actually feel my legs. Not that any of this is a bad thing, its a good bit of power training for me and it gets my brother fit.
We came home, made some bacon and watched some Blackadder over lunch, then I headed out for hard training with Joe Moore, a fellow Lindsey rider and good friend. Joe wanted to go and find some hills to work on his climbing, which in Lincolnshire isn't always the easiest of things to do. However we managed to find some good hills, a couple of killers, and as always with me and Joe, it always turned into a competition, meaning we push eachother harder than we would in individual training, which is always good. On the flats we did a few hard efforts and sprints, or I did. It was just what I need to get my training back to normal, hard climbing and sprints, good focused training. And now in true cyclist style I've come home, had a hearty meal, and am playing Pro Evo on the playstation.
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