Sunday, December 06, 2015

North of England champs 2015

The kind of race where you get in the bath after and you don't want to stand up again but you have to because if not, you will go to work on Monday with a permatattoo where the fine mud penetrated the fabric of your shorts and stained your legs and bum brown like you had the most horrible accident, and the reason you're in the bath is the bruised welt on your ankle that you're desperately trying to mobilise or shrink before it completely seizes up.

This is cyclo cross.

You should have seen the other guy.

I did quite well today acshully.

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