I was down in the West Country over the weekend and managed a tidy 7 mile run on Dartmoor. On Monday I managed another short run at lunchtime with a couple of fit young ladies from advertising and was still feeling pretty good after that. This morning, the rain had almost stopped so it was back on the bike. The dirty, fixed wheel single speed one -- man it was hard. Now I have to admit to letting the maintenance fall off a little in all this bad weather and I had had to oil the chain before setting off so I assumed it was the resistance of that and the previous days' runs. All was revelaed when I got to work. the bar bag carrying my headlamp battery was squashing the rear brake cable so after I had pulled the brake it had stayed on. Phew, I thought for a moment it was my age. It all makes me realise what is in store on the Alpe D'Huez.