“Rest.”
I could have cycled. I could have run. I could have stretched. I could have foam rolled. But instead I decided to glue myself to the Thames Ring 250 live tracker and watch blue blobs move along a blue line.
Refresh.
Refresh.
Refresh.
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Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope it was more exciting than it sounds.
…refresh…. refresh…
What would constitute ‘action’ or excitement/interest in that scenario?
Blobs overtaking other blobs. Runner blobs beating volunteer blobs to checkpoints. Blobs not making it to checkpoints in time and vanishing. It’s nail biting stuff.
I take it back.
Go blobs!
me too! Isn’t Couldn’t believe Luke beating the aid station crew to Milton Keynes
And now I keep prodding the screen to wake him up. Karen is closing in.