Dressed to Tri

Who put Nom in charge of the route?

An afternoon cycle to blow away the cobwebs sounded lovely until Nom took the A-Z right out of my freakishly long fingers to plot his own fiendish route.

We went to Horsforth, to visit TRIangle, a lovely little triathlon shop with some very beautiful wares. The problem was that it was up a hill, then on the flat, then up a hill, then down a hill, then UP A HILL, then DOOOOWWWWWWNNNN a hill, then...well, you get the idea. Extreme undulation.

BUT I NOW HAVE A TRI SUIT!! Although I was told off by the Corporal for it being black, not red, so I won't go faster. Yay tri shop. Now all I need is a heart rate monitor and some shiny new tri shoes.

We had to go to the pub for tea as we didn't have enough food to keep up filled. Yay steak.