I pulled - wait for it, wait for it, and, I suppose, an ooh er misses - a nine and half hourer at work. Had to meet the tenants to go through a few things. Me being me, I should have gone in late but I forgot - I think that's worth a doh. By the time I got home I was only worth an hour on the bike. Surprisingly, the balls of my feet are still sore so the bike helps on that front - will they ever heel - I mean heal? Still, it was a good session. I cranked up the level to ten and it felt hard but good - stop it. Before you know it, it'll be eleven - I said stop it.
Tomorrow I've got the lunch run booked in with a back up for Thursday just in case work happens, as it is so oft to do.