I now have a full set of gears and I probably put too much into it because my legs seem absolutely destroyed for squash. Perhaps I should have stuck to spinning my legs madly in a low gear, which seemed to work last week. The legs are not working at all tonight, nor the brain, and I don’t win a game.
I meet L afterwards in the pub. A quick pint then home for a naughty take away, beer and wine.
(Thursday 7th November)