Well, imprisoned at home or in the library through the enlightening and oppressive wonders of university education. Am thinking a lot about riding - escapism? - and indulged last night in rather a fun night lap around Majura... penetrating ever deeper into the heart of darkness, although less symbolically than the literary reference might suggest.
Tumut race on Sunday was fun - awesome course full of natural bush, some sharp climbs and flowing descents. This time there was no hypothermia and no mud - it was actually quite hot. Pace was hotter of course and a blast. Cramps aside, it was an awesome race with a reasonable 10th and 2nd in SS, but most importantly rather a big grin. Interesting course for SS - lots of punchy climbs that were quite steep in spots, but it all worked out quite well.
Dreaming of the Brindabellas.... photo attached paints many words too.
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