I was planning on racing on Sunday, another round of the Kendal Winter League. But I didn’t. Running laps around a what amounts to little more than a cross country course around Sedbergh school, simply wasn’t firing the imagination, especially since I would have to cycle along that tortuous road that winds its way from Kendal.
I didn’t feel particularly guilty at my lack of motivation. The weather was again a mixture of low hanging cloud and faint drizzle and the secret to good training is at least a hint of enjoyment, even if only after the event. Laps round Sedbergh school and pitted tarmac represented neither.
But I couldnt do nothing. I wandered to the shed and let the road bike see daylight again. It was filthy, post ride bike washing isn’t my strong point. Still the drizzle and surface water would soon wash that off.
And so I headed out on a 62km circuit of Lake Windermere. Not a killer pace, although it still hurt, fast enough to make the legs feel tired, which they soon did. Still the winding lanes of the Lake District were definitely the more enjoyable option, even with the constant drizzle.
