So Jenny and I are out for a ride this morning and we are ploughing uphill into a stiff breeze (doesn't that make a difference!), we struggle to the top and are just about to start a long downhill stretch with the hope of new top speed record. Suddenly an object that feels the size of a small apple wedges itself at the top of my throat and begins to struggle for its existance. I spent the remaineder of said long downhill run trying to free the bug, no doubt much smaller that an apple from the back of my throat, mostly through involuntary gagging.....
So do I count the bug that ended up in my gut in my food diary for the day? What are people's thoughts on the unwanted hitchikers that seem to join me at least once an outing on the bike?

