Mentally preparing for the race: L-R, Tom Danaher, Michelle Sullivan, Paul, Berndatte Mattison, John Nash & Simon "sealion" Renwick (reclining)
Just sizing up Simon, ready for his...
Weigh in!
See my fingers sinking into that "washboard" stomach!
Lycra is not my best look...
Don't you think?
On the road, Lap1 - Heart rate off the clock.
He hears the strange shouts from above...
And realises it's his family come to watch.
But he must get on with the job in hand!
Jo & Jun up in the DLR station - Shade and a View, the spectator's dream ticket.
The Jun.
The Jun.
The Dad from above.
Chica, in her "Colonel Kurtz" hat.
Lap 3, putting on a show for the folks.
I have to pass the guy on the S-works with the tri-bars and the HED wheels! Joanne's shouting and "thundersticks" distract him, breaking his rhythm...
And I'm on my way past, much to the bemusement of the flouro guy on the cannondale.
Mum, impersonating a lollipop lady, with the blow-up freebies from the London Tour de France prologue.
Sister Jo.
Ahh the Gatorade of completion tastes sweet!
The Jun.
The Clan Wixon, Jo, Mum, Mark, Paul and Dad
Jun trying to escape.
Jun, looking a little like his brownie's been spiked.
Paul, looking like a moron.
looking smug
looking smug
Refuelling at Marella's Norpak rocks my plate!
Phoning home after 75 miles to confess that the train will be taking the strain!
"Jelly legs" Jazz looking suitably bashful.