Oh my god, amazing! I can't believe that time! Bloody Dermot O'Leary was obviously hungover and kept getting the time wrong on radio 2, making me speed up to beat the clock.
I had an achey left shin for the first few miles, and an annoyingly hungry bum (underwear choice is very important, I am discovering. Maybe Sweaty Betty in her thong has the right idea...) But after half an hour I was settled in and for the first time ventured beyond Kew Bridge. More tweed appears the closer you get to Richmond.
Nackered but dead chuffed.
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