From Nothing to Nowhere in 30 seconds

It was gale force wind and driving rain. The type of rain that fails to call itself a raindrop yet has such a volume of globules included in the cloud that you are wet in an instant.

The posse was small yet perfectly formed - Bigman and The Fit One pitting strength against the elements- sprinting for the line, climbing out of the saddle straining every sinew to climb the ever steepening landscape and then with lungs bursting, gut wrenching, muscles aching, a beat booming in your ear.................................. having crested the peak, racing down the other side with all the pace your legs can turn imagining The Ironman hard on your tail.

And after 45 minutes, you have travelled absolutely nowhere.This is spinning.

It was a little easier that the foul weather was outside but why let the facts get in the way of a bit of spinning!