A perfect day.....................

With the Ironman away maintaining diplomatic relations south of the Hadrian's wall with the Outlaws, Bigman opted to get in an extra shift on the training front.

First it was a 6:15 alarm call to go do the annual St Margaret's Walk from Culross to Dunfermline over 7 miles. The thought was not positive when the alarm went off, however once out in the fresh air, it was a great morning to be out. Plenty of fresh air and everything looking freshly cleaned after the overnight rain.

Next it was a light bite of lunch before joining The Fit One for a blast over Col du Cleish. Enthusiasm received a modicum of dampening when after half a mile Bigman had a puncture half way up Townhill road. In true Ironman fashion, he manfully pushed on up to the top with the tyre flat and conducted surgery on the flat at the top.

In no time at all, the posse was back on the road. A car had managed to plough a fence and field near the monument to the Gruesome Twosome. Clearly the result of excessive speed matched only by a lack of care! The driver was on the phone unhurt but if cyclist was in the way when the car crossed the carriageway the story may have been different.

The Fit One may have muscular fitness and tone however age has taken its toll on his eyesight. As the pair raced down the North Face, he remarked that a the 'Monarch of the Glen' stag was standing proudly on the horizon against the sunny skies guarding the glen. It would have indeed made a magnificent scene had it not been for the fact the 'Monarch' was in fact a horse!

At the foot of the North Face, they turned towards Crook of Devon cruising at a comfortable 32km per hour whilst chatting about the issues of the day. At the Powmill Milk Bar, an intake of carbs washed down by some herbal tea and it was back in the saddle to climb over Mont VeKnockhill. There was no race today and so the road was comparatively quiet. The Fit One declared 'no race' as Bigman watched for the 'denial' strategy often overtaken by a burst for the line. It was not to be today. A pleasant cruise back to Dunfermline ended a fine day out and 40km closer to Epic Cape.

To top up the sprint capability, the five a side football provided a perfect end to an joyable day of exercise ..................well, the score line was less than perfect but you can't win them all!