Where to? Hampton court bridge sounds like a bit longer than 17miles, so...see you there! With only one phone, one set of keys and one set of money between us, the only way of determining the next plan of action is to reach the finish.
Thinking after a feast of suckling pig, Peking duck, seafoods, lotus rice, red bean soup and the likes, we were very well fueled. Nope! A new banofee gel with guarana and some sultanas wasn't enough at all. I found myself almost shouting at the woman splitting her 99 flake from the soft serve with her 2 dogs ( thought chocs are no-no's for dogs?) and even with hubby talking about the post race spuds we were going to have, was no good.
I just need to focus and finish. And hope this is not the form I will be in for the next run.
No music to distract. The skies were getting darker. Pub crowds were dispersing. Home just before dinner time. Where did the weekend go?
Monday, a day in the city. Very sunny and seeing that I have a professional appointment in Covent garden, to save my legs, I took miss Brompton to town asked whether it was step free/elevator office.
With the help of Barclays bike app, I found a slow way to get access to Waterloo bridge and up. I can just feel miss B's joy in wheeling up the back of the royal opera house, and around the markets, and bump...br..br along the cobblestones of the piazza. The post office and bank seemed better after hours, and I managed to get my errands done in around 15 mins as opposed to a hard dash to London bridge at lunchtime which got me nowhere.
Last stop, touching in at the office again and turning off the lights . And it was merely still light.
Up in higher gear, faster speeds, less people, zoom zoom thru the Cut and onto Waterloo Concourse.
I do love the biking after the long run. It is an amazing way to recover from it all.
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