Breaking In

Entries open today for this year’s Tour de Yorkshire in Scarborough. We quickly snaffle a couple of places, now all I need to do is complete the course this year.

Meanwhile L has already said she wants to do a few sportives this year, ten to be precise. Which is not a problem, just leave it to me.

I’m in the 85k, she’s in the 40k. As her long plan is the Vitruvian perhaps I should have booked her in 85k as well but it’s probably best to break her in gently.

Squash is off as my opponent is still unwell and will probably be off next week as well as he’s working away.

I’m on the bike today and get home to a present from Doggo, who has diarrhoea, in the kitchen. Yuk.

(Thursday 28^th January)

Excuses

L’s having a tough day, working with two people whose memory isn’t as good as it once was and then she has to come home to a couple of oldies like Doggo and I. No wonder she says she finds it hard to walk past Tesco and not dive into the chocolate display. She won’t be AF tonight then.

We drive over to the Masons in Mickleover. Stopping over on the way to do dog training and visit her folks. I do the former, she does the latter.

By the time I get to the pub, L is on her third glass of wine having arrived early to meet a friend. Well that’s her excuse anyway.

(Wednesday 27^th January)

Eying Up The Competition

This morning the wind is romantically howling away outside the bedroom window. Shame we have to get up but Doggo would have a wobbly if we didn’t.

With the wind and rain both predicted to increase in ferocity throughout the day I get the bus and leave the bike at home.

After work I go for a brief pedal on the Watt Bikes. It is mayhem as the gym gets ever popular and particularly the bikes. I manage to get the last of the six before a queue starts to form. I get into my session and eye up the competition. There are two speedy girls, one speedy chap and two guys just heading off down the shops for a pint of milk.

One of the girls is shipping more sweat that even me. At one point she briefly takes her hands off the drops to pull her shirt over her head and chuck it on the floor. I don’t want to appear sexist but I think a bloke would have been thrown out for doing that.

When I’ve done my session, I get the bus home. L and the boys meet me off it.

(Tuesday 26^th January)