Back home in front of the tv icing my achilles and watching the womens road race championships. I should be up in the Peak at the moment approaching a cafe stop at Monyash on route to another metric century.
It has been hurting since touring Ireland two weeks aBgo and a visit to a osteopath improved it but not it is still sore. Just 75 minutes this morning.
Before I went out the women's race had started and from the off Nicole Cooke was struggling at at the back, no sign of her now 95km in to the race. Nicole is probably not joining her mid morning coffee either. The smile from Flanders no doubt gone.