Sundays are for waking up before the sun and getting a bike ride in before the tarmac gets hot enough to cook an egg. Any sensible person would skip the bike ride altogether, but I, a nonsensical person, have agreed to a ride across the country at the end of the month and I’m currently not able to manage 40 miles a day, let alone a hundred. So, I have to get them gains. Still, should I get back home…