That was the sound of me throwing down the gauntlet to Miles.
I was very glad when the clock struck five today and was a bit “awwwww, do I have to…?” when faced with Janathon tonight. So a mile racing Miles it was.
I set him for 8:40, had a tootle round the block to warm up and off I raced. Until I nearly ran into a young lad dressed all in black. On a black bike. With no lights. Recovery made and swear words muttered, I raced onwards realising I was slipping behind in this two person race. Up and round on the way back, I pulled ahead but the final incline did for me and
the little git my worthy opponent beat me by 68ft.
Next week I’ll have him…