I rode with Peter and Alan again on Sunday morning along a placid Port Phillip Bay down to Mordialloc and back (90k). I was astounded by the sheer volume of cyclists strutting their stuff down there – regular groups of 20-30 cyclists all decked out and raring to go. Everything from mum and dads on the bike path to small bunches of women all looking very much the part. It was a real eye-opener, learning about hand signals to point out parked cars and holes in the road, whilst trying hard not to get dropped off the back of the pack. At the half way mark, we stopped for a coffee and piece of cake before heading back and trying to keep a good average speed up into a slight headwind. I got home exhilarated just before lunch, and before starting painting in the hallway, went to ice my legs. I could barely fit the icepack around my calf – it having swollen more than an inch bigger than usual. Better not run today – maybe they will pop!