I fell in to a burning ring of fire
So, get fit in the saddle, that's what I told anyone who would listen, including myself. Day two was much harder than the first. Yesterday, the most difficult thing was the boredom. Today it was the burning in the knees, a left (only the left) bollock which seems to be taking particular offence to the saddle and the speed at which the legs turned into blocks of cement. On the plus side, I'm here, I've made it and tomorrow is only 4 miles extra to what I did today...shit.
I'd like to say that this has taught me a valuable lesson about the piss poor attempt at training and preparation but in reality, it wouldn't be me and it certainly wouldn't be a challenge if I was completely ready for it. I'm sure whatever lays ahead next year will be faced in the same cock sure, Garbutt method.
I've just realised how crap my surname is. That would have sounded so much cooler if it was like "cock-sure, Bond method". Anyone else fearing that I've lost the plot or is it just me?
When I walked into the fine establishment I am calling home tonight, I asked the 'friendly' receptionist "where is good to eat?" ... "Not here" was the reply.
I appreciate his honesty though, I need food!!!! There's a Greek place nearby so at least Emma should be happy!
In other news, it took me about 14 miles yesterday to realise that I wasn't wearing my helmet. And that indeed, it was sat in the cupboard at home (not fantastic news for my head but I will sleep better knowing that in the event of an earthquake, my DVD collection - including classics such as 'Big Daddy' and 'Along came Polly' will be safe from harm). I fancy my chances in England but might have to visit an Evans cycles when I see one to pick up a spare in time for Paris. Oops.
Had some fantastic audio messages of support from Alex, ranging from "Good luck, we miss you" to "you stink like Guinea pig poo" the second, I'm afraid, I can't complain about at the moment!
Thanks for all the texts/tweets. I'm not used to the people from work being supportive, it's unnerving. Can I have some abuse please!?
Laters!x
Oh and PS... Alex, you look like the back end of a Donkey and you smell like cabbage soup, that is all! Xxx
I'd like to say that this has taught me a valuable lesson about the piss poor attempt at training and preparation but in reality, it wouldn't be me and it certainly wouldn't be a challenge if I was completely ready for it. I'm sure whatever lays ahead next year will be faced in the same cock sure, Garbutt method.
I've just realised how crap my surname is. That would have sounded so much cooler if it was like "cock-sure, Bond method". Anyone else fearing that I've lost the plot or is it just me?
When I walked into the fine establishment I am calling home tonight, I asked the 'friendly' receptionist "where is good to eat?" ... "Not here" was the reply.
I appreciate his honesty though, I need food!!!! There's a Greek place nearby so at least Emma should be happy!
In other news, it took me about 14 miles yesterday to realise that I wasn't wearing my helmet. And that indeed, it was sat in the cupboard at home (not fantastic news for my head but I will sleep better knowing that in the event of an earthquake, my DVD collection - including classics such as 'Big Daddy' and 'Along came Polly' will be safe from harm). I fancy my chances in England but might have to visit an Evans cycles when I see one to pick up a spare in time for Paris. Oops.
Had some fantastic audio messages of support from Alex, ranging from "Good luck, we miss you" to "you stink like Guinea pig poo" the second, I'm afraid, I can't complain about at the moment!
Thanks for all the texts/tweets. I'm not used to the people from work being supportive, it's unnerving. Can I have some abuse please!?
Laters!x
Oh and PS... Alex, you look like the back end of a Donkey and you smell like cabbage soup, that is all! Xxx
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