Below is a picture of almost everyone who turned up. You can pick me out easily; I'm the one in jeans. The others range in age from fifteen to forty, and there's not one of them who can't ride far faster than me.
|This picture was taken by the helicopter pilot.|
What else? Well, my legs continue to improve as far as stamina, though they're nowhere near where I want them to be. Also, if I had previously entertained any hopes that I could be a competitive racer (I hadn't), today would have dashed those hopes.
But as I think I've said somewhere: distance, not speed.