Nothing really to say of the last 2 days. Functional cycling and an emotional greeting for Luke. And us, if I’m honest.
I love my crown, could get used to it, and I love my medal, probably my favourite.
Hers some shots. One thing though…much more will go wrong next year, it usually does….
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Those tan lines!