I get detained before I'm even out of bed this morning but
the perpetrator is full of remorse afterwards for making me miss a training
session. Well, a bike ride. To be fair, I was deliberating whether to cycle
today or tomorrow anyway and sometimes it helps to have your mind made up for
up. Some people are more persuasive than others
I think I have just bought some tickets for the World Track
Cycling Championships in Paris.
It's hard to tell exactly as my French isn't great and the tickets, if that’s
what they are, come with eight pages of terms and conditions, if that’s what
they are, all in French.
L asks if she can come as it’ll be so romantic, just the two
of us and several hundred sweaty Lycra clad bodies. I have two tickets and I’m
open to offers.
Squash. I win my game and lose 4-1.
(Thursday 4th December)
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