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'It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.' Theodore Roosevelt 23 April 1910

Friday, 23 May 2008

I forgot it was a Bank Holiday weekend ...

I was working in Luton today so got a short run in through the hilly wood. The schools were breaking up for half-term so I had to drive to Leeds this afternoon to collect the boys and duly packed my bike hoping for an hour or so of hill efforts. Fat chance. The roads were just manic and I only just got to the school in time so there was no chance of a ride. By the time I got home I had spent 7 hours in the car and was absolutely knackered.

I've relaxed with a couple of Bulmers finest and am looking forwards to running with Sags tomorrow. No doubt he will want to dish out some pain as payback for having his butt kicked on the bike at Brize (6 seconds is 6 seconds!!!). This is turning into a really slack week.

Only 2 weeks to Bala - GULP!
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