Feb distance: 908 km
To Old Lim Chu Kang Road, 126 km. The air reeks of chicken shit. "Is the air safe?" I ask the PCRT doctor. "Yes," he says, "Don't stop breathing!" I see an electric blue kingfisher on the road, which flits quickly to a treetop as I approach. Lying motionless elsewhere on the road is a dead mynah. I feel like lying down beside it. I feel half-dead, having tagged along with two PCRT girls for three laps round Old Upper Thomson. There, we pass a mountain biker going slowly uphill. "Come on baby!" yells F. I tell her: "The male ego is a fragile thing." I slow to a more humane pace. SH passes me. "Ladies first!" I yell, and she smiles.
Tech note I ask coach how I can cycle better. He says my pedalling is quite good, but I'm going as fast as I can on a mountain bike. Only minor tweaks left, like shifting my saddle back, or using 1-inch tyres.
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