The Howick Highlander

Sharon and I got to Howick at around 8am on Sunday morning. Much like Saturday morning, Sunday morning also started with a FAIL. My helmet had decided to fall to pieces at some point since our last ride. It was certainly fixable, but not in the one hour I had, especially without any glue. Eventually I had to grin and bear it and buy a new helmet from a shop which had set up a small stall.

The race itself was fantastic although I think Sharon took a little strain. It was far longer and harder than the 17kms we’d done a few weeks back. And this combined with the fact that we’d done very little riding since then, and had instead been away eating and drinking, certainly didn’t help things all that much.

We took just under two hours to complete the 25km route and by the time we crossed the finish line we were completely covered in dirt. This however didn’t stop us from doing our weekly shop on the way home. It’s funny to watch people out the corner of your eye as you walk, covered in mud, through a busy supermarket.