As Bernard Fanning once howled into a microphone: I’m still lost and running. I’m gradually using my google maps less and less to work out where the hell I’ve got to in Cheshire. Though I am seeing some nice sights. Like pheasants, polo grounds and this…
Behold: Jodrell Bank. I believe I grew up somewhere near one of these in Oz.
So, training is going quite well. I say well, but this weekend’s half marathon distance practice run left me gasping for breath and water when I collapsed through the door. I don’t know whether it’s my lack of fitness or a second injury (same type as before, albeit more minor, most unlucky) but I’m not feeling like a personal best is on the cards. I’m thinking completion will require a ton more fitness, except I’ve only got two weeks. Shit.
So I’ve drafted in help.
This is Charlie The Wonderbike. He’s white. He’s speedy. He makes you feel like you might be able to do anything, or everything and that it’s a good idea. He’s my secret cross-training plan.
Bought off the bay of e for a good deal from some punter whose girlfriend had trail tyres on it. A quick swap to a smoother, faster tyre, a change of handles and this might be the sweetest ride I’ve had. Which is lucky because Casper the Commuter gave itself up a few miles from home and had to be returned to the shop. Kudos to the above-average-looking salesperson who tried to talk me into parting with even more cash for another bike. Feeling bad, I bought some electrolytes tabs as a mental hair pat and left.
Anyway, the next two weeks I’ll be blog-lite. Between the number of hospital/medical appointments and consultations (12 in the last week no less), early morning training starts and a full time job that I’m trying not to lose, you can expect short updates, pictures and depending on my mood, a lot of swearing.