Saturday night...

Not that this training malarkey has taken over my life or anything, but here I am, at coming up to 9pm on a Saturday night, and I've just spent a good chunk of time planning my route for tomorrow's 14 miler.

It looks a beastie...

I've eaten as much pasta as is safe to put inside a Yorkshireman, and am drinking warm blackcurrant, rather than beer/tea/something nice so I can get a good sleep.

What has happened to my life....?

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