Today I found time to do a (for me) long ride. About 5 hours, high cadence and easy, around E2 (around 70% of max heart rate). Down to Frankston and beyond. On the ride down, while hiding in a small bunch we see a man lying across a drive way, obviously having been lain there. Several cyclists are clustered around, applying CPR in relay, the man’s bald pate clear. We are all shocked, deciding it seemed to be a heart attack rather than a road accident. The man next to me, who I don’t know, wonders out aloud about hard it must be for his mates, as they try to keep him alive, or revive him. All I can think about is his wife or family waiting at home.
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