Well, as it turns out, we never even made it to the Beermile, not even as spectators. The magnetism of Southbank Markets proved to strong and I was unable to escape ... maybe they use a tractor beam like the death star?
Instead, I took advantage of Stacey’s studying and went out for 12km while she got her nose into the books. Still very humid but a reasonable outing. Obviously Saturday's ordeal had take a bit out of me and I still felt a little fatigued but ok.
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