Cross training 5:10:00 [3] 36.0 mi (8:37 / mi)
Gawd mountain biking is a shit sport! I forget quite how shit it is, and occasionally need reminding. Jesus wept it is so shit! Ray was doing a long run and wanted me to cycle beside him. It was off road alas, around the North downs way. I spent a third of the time skidding in a not-at-all-controlled fashion through mud, a third of the time trying to work out where the fuck the 'bridleway' went through various golf courses (they had been hidden, to try to dissuade you from using them) and another third of the time trying to dislodge some of the mud that was preventing my wheels from turning at all. At one point I was carrying my bike down a field as the wheels refused to budge, in the vain hope of finding a stick to dislodge some of the crap at the bottom. Only my trainers were giving me no traction so I was skidding with a bike on top of me down a hill.
All those injured people that try to persuade themselves that mountain biking can be fun - just don't bother. You'll only get more depressed! Sit at home and stick pins in your eyes. It will be just as rewarding and much more fun.
Wallington, Happy Valley (ha - how ironic!!), north downs to box hill where Ray met the kids, Epsom racecourse, then titting around some bridleways home.