Wednesday, 6 October 2010
- Bambi legs
- Feeling nauseous
- Gibbering inanely
- going an odd puce colour
- crust of gel and drool in beard
All ticked! It wasn't cold enough and only moderately wet, though. A glamorous setting for the first cross of the year, all the same.
Nervous on the start line. I got gridded (no idea why, but it helped get a decent start). Number 13 mounted right way up to confuse the gods-of-luck. All the usual small battles that mean so much for an hour then disappear just as quickly. Did better than expected - always good. A lot of fun and a lot of pain, who'd a thunk it.
More this weekend...