The day the cowboys rode out of town....

The sun shone....... Can it be Fife? Well it shone until lunchtime and then the clouds rolled over! Bigman called early to check on whether a flyer might be possible. It's always possible for me but the bigman was working at home and thus able to finish at a reasonable time so we able to meet at 5.30pm.

So after meeting the bigman at our usual meeting place we set off up Cleish - the mtb's (mountain bikes!) are heavy beasts compared to the light racing road bikes we're used to. Our hearts beat a little harder as we ploughed up Cleish hill. Obviously the bigman's hill training on Cleish over the past few days has caused the surface to break up and the chain gangs were repairing the damage he has created on the tractor. We joked with the road gang that if two bikes were stuck in the tar we might have attempted to speed through the setting tar surface on the way home!!

Next thing it was if we had slipped on our chaps and were riding the plains of New Zealand. One of the main obstacles on Cleish is sheep - the grass is truly greener on the other side and three of the beasts had escaped. We stepped up on our steeds and rode into position as instructed by the local shephardess and drove the sheep into the field. We ye ha'd and shot off down the hill. Life is good.

The bigman suggested an alternate route over Knockhill to go home in order to avoid the soft tar. It was a good plan. As we climbed towards Knockhill the rain started. The bigman is truly a rainmaker. He suggested that whilst out biking on Sunday he had been caught by a light shower and it had been refreshing....personally I've had enough refreshment from the skies recently!!!!

Training with the bigman is a joy. He puts up with my constant blether and chat about nothing. A good man to work out with.

So the time is counting down and the epic caper gets closer and closer. We're going to train 3 times a week on the mtb's and once a week on road bikes. Well that's the plan!

Run tomorrow....