I woke this morning after a sound 8 hours sleep ,suprised by, but suspicious of how well I felt. I mentioned this to one of my fellow cyclist over porridge. He advised me that feeling good was indeed a portent of disaster just as I had feared. He left me with one piece of advise that I mulled over as I pedalled gently to the start. ‘Go slow at the start or you’ll die entirely’. Not wishing to die, even partially, I followed his advise. It didn’t work.
I took the Hills steady but suffered all the way including up Curraghmore before descending into Tralee.
Tomorrow I will face Curraghmore once again before arrriving back in Tralee.