Glorious sunny ride in the Kent hills this morning with Glenn, nice humble chap but I’ve known him long enough to know of his psychopathic love of extreme endurance events …
Me: “Weren’t you training for something big last time I saw you? When we started heading back home you went on to do an 8 hour ride.”
Glenn: “Oh yeah, I just came back from Mexico – did the Quin out there.”
Me: “WHOA! How did it go?”
Glenn: “Umm, pretty good actually – I won.”
Holy crap, I just rode 110km with the Quintuple Ironman world champion!