Not the Three Peaks

Well… Here I am in Ingleton on the last Saturday in September, the day before the Three Peaks cyclocross. Normally , this would be the day when I focused intensely on what I ate, how I rested, when I slept, and got my head into the details of the 24 hours ahead. Instead, I’m looking up at Ingleborough and contemplating a nice pint of ale. Oh well…. next year, eh?



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