Gelatinous with fatigue

“Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.” George Orwell 1984

and so was freakin Tubby!!!

I suspect that exhaustion is going to pursue us IM wannas down the road for all of the next 100 days. We might draw ahead at times, but such moments are already starting to become somewhat interloodinal (Pretty sure that's not actually a word............ Checked - it ain't). Some ugly days coming - though strangely looking forward to it.

Saturday - Short Punt for 115(ish) km - Good bunch on deck.  Not sure why, but by the end I was quite thoroughly shattered. And I wasn't the only one. Nobody seemed to have done it much easier. Possibly the pace was harder than I had perceived at the time, possibly the head wind coming back was surreptitiously sapping, possibly Mango just enjoyed rogering us, possibly .......... no idea. But it got in like the chalk into the liquid, and it was still there today (Sunday) when I climbed back onto the bike.

Sunday - Ads and Leo - 50k Faulco and back with some detours to add a few kms. Ugly - a recovery ride (I hope) that will leave me set up better for the coming week. Hope to get a little light running in this afternoon.

1984 is a beter book for a 46 year old to read than a 16 year old (as was prescribed at Nepean High in 1981) - though at 46, Orwell remains a weird-assed pratt with a victum complex. Not a classical assessment I'm sure.

W