In typical style I finally started panicking about the Three Peaks CX race less than a month before the event, and have been hauling myself over the local hills in an attempt to accustom my legs to the concept of pedalling properly again after a summer holidays’ worth of neglect. The weather hasn’t been ideal but then given the considerable chances of the race itself taking place in grim conditions that is no bad thing, and even grinding up and over Holme Moss into the teeth of the first winter storm yesterday I didn’t feel too bad. I’m almost looking forward to slogging the cross bike round Ingleborough, Whernside and Penyghent now. Almost.