Sober, but bloated on crappy food from the night before ahead of Brockwell Park Run on Saturday morning.
It’s not a good look, Comrades.
There was some bicycle ride rolling out from right outside the lido at 9am. It all got a little congested with the bicycle parking.
I managed a brief HELLOOO with Madam Pacemaker and her newborn in the running buggy. The baby Madam Pacemaker slept through the whole experience.
I ran solo – which is always a little lethargic as I need an incentive to get me round in a good time.
The cowbell waving steward at the Tulse Hill gates awoke me from my slumber for the return leg of the course.
I found some rhythm, and pushed on at a fair pace for the final km or so.
An official race time of 21’45” was half decent.
Third in my vets age cat as well.
I could have been pushing PB territory if it wasn’t for that extra slice of pizza twelve hours earlier.
I wasted no time and purified myself in the waters of Lake Brockwell.
The lovely lido wasn’t too busy for a late summer Saturday morning. Slowly, slowly the seasonal swimmers are starting to shift back indoors.
They are welcome to bloody Brixton Rec, tbh.
I managed twenty lengths, in-between being pushed aside by a particularly aggressive Rubber Boy.
Brixton Rec is THAT-A-WAY, fella —->>>>
I had a little time to spare. Some poolside stretching and even a little soaking up of the S Ldn micro-climate down at the lido.
I was signing on at Here Hill Velo shortly before midday for the Track Skills sessions.
This was my first return to the track after the re-induction back in August. The pace was pretty panting. It was definitely a different level of racing.
I was only dropped once. I coasted at the top of the banking for a lap, and then weaved back into the pack.
Just over 27km at an average of 30.8kmh was clocked up in under an hour.
SHUT UP, LEGS, etc.
I cycled back down to the lido for some recuperation.
No surprises that I fell asleep.
I had a few errands to run around town in Brixton. I ponced it briefly by the Bowie mural.
Mike Urban is doing a fine job of documenting for Buzz each month some of the BONKERS items that are left.
Saturday morning saw a plaster cast being left at the back of Morleys for Dave.
Absolutely NO IDEA.
A Lidl run back in Sunny Stockwell was rewarding. TEN combs for £1 and a couple of croissants.
These were pressed into my Moulton rear saddle bag. I was impressed that they managed to keep their form.
Late Saturday afternoon was spent pinging ideas back and forth with Anna over art deco desks.
THAT’S the way we roll, folks.
I also started to wade through the school content from Thursday and Friday.
And then early evening, out went the shout of:
“To The Globe”
Boudica was playing out at the Wooden O.
Blimey – it was BRUTAL.
The play was pacy, yet still heavy in detail and plot.
Plus it had a F-you punk rock attitude. I even sang along at the end to I Fought the Law.
I cycled back down to SW8 on the Moulton Mini, still buzzing at what I had witnessed.
A return visit may be needed before the season is out.