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Wednesday 8th August

Another glorious summer evening. Rode with Paul, not too far, about 36k but hilly so that I could play Alberto Contador to his Michael Rasmussen (where has Paul been for the last 10 days?).

I’ve now ridden 5 consecutive days (including spin on Monday) and I’m feeling fresh which makes me think I’m just about on track fitness wise. So fresh that, at the end of the ride whilst waiting for traffic to clear at a junction, a guy went past on his bike. I said to Paul we should catch him, but as we waited we saw he sped off, knowing we would do so. He got away, but when the traffic cleared we shot after him. I hit 53.2kph past the Warwickshire in my pursuit and caught him just past the A46 roundabout, with a cheery wave and rode off into the sunset. Childish. But fun.

Today one of the guys has dropped out of the End to End, “for health reasons”, which leaves three of us. It makes me think that the others may now bail out too on the basis that three isn’t enough. Tough. I’m going anyway, whatever it takes.