I was supposed to be riding the Norlond Combine 30 this morning, but about half an hour after I wrote my last blog I started to be very, very sick. I finally managed to get some sleep after about 3am, but I’ve spent most of the day on the sofa. It was brilliant morning for racing too, and great weather for pottering about in the garden, but I didn’t see any of it. Jules and I ate pretty much the same stuff all day, the only difference was that I had a slice of Waitrose chocolate cake when we were out shopping, and she had carrot cake.
I lost half a stone overnight, but I’ve been downing squash all day and I’m back up to reasonable levels of hydration now. I’ll have to find another “30” to ride this summer (there’s a club cup for it).