Was sat in my hotel room last night, as every night, bored, watching a bit of the African Cup of Nations without really taking much notice, when “You have mail.”
Ah yes, an email from an old friend, something to take my mind off the monumental tedium. Ah, whats this? A mail to me and my oldest friend? Cycling? All this can only be good.
A few emails later between the three of us and I suddenly find I’m entered into this:
I’m now sat in the office scratching my head, wondering how on earth I managed to allow myself to be talked into it.
334 miles in three days? What?