Double Whammy

It’s a successful cycle in, unlike last Thursday when fate treated me to yet another flat tyre. Suppose it was about due, must be weeks since I last had one. It is so difficult these days to stay on that narrow strip of tarmac which threads its way through all the pot holes. I’m sure I must be cycling almost an extra mile on every trip just avoiding them. It’s probably also the reason why my back wheel seems to be seriously buckled.

Gordon Brown has announced he will step down by September. No rush then Gordon. Someone’s going to have to crowbar him out of that office aren’t they?

Another double whammy of training for MD again tonight. Half an hour in the garden, then a good hour or more at his training session. He looks knackered afterwards but he’s looking good at the moment. Fingers crossed for the weekend.

Talking of double whammy’s, L joined a second gym and this new one comes with even more torture apparatus and a dungeon mistress to make sure you’re not a shirker. I think she crawled home after her first session there. Not sure if that’s because of the workout or whether that is actually part of the training plan.

Medieval Torture

It’s my third day out of four on the bike today and boy are the legs tired now. This does not bode well for the weekend. When practising tyre changes with L last night, I finally got around to putting my new tyres on. So thankfully more grip today and my back tyre even stayed up.

What also doesn’t bode well is the climb up Mow Cop on Sunday which comes after only 15 miles of the Cheshire Cat. Apparently if you are simply riding a standard double chainset like me, you might as well forget it and walk up unless you have exceptionally strong legs. So not necessarily looking forward to that. Perhaps I could rendezvous with L at the bottom and she could lend me her bike, she has a triple chainset, so has lower gears. I might make it on that.


(Sorry can’t remember where I got this photo from so can’t give credit)

L’s clearly been preparing for the likely pain this might involved and has been training on what she describes as the new medieval torture devices at John Carroll Leisure Centre. They now have some stretching machines installed... I can’t even begin to picture what she means unless they really have installed a medieval rack... Suppose if it was going cheap the council would have gone for it. I must go and have a look myself.

In the evening we go to a presentation evening about going to University for Daughter’s benefit, who tries to look as disinterested as possible. Perhaps she is disinterested in which case it was a waste of time and I needn’t have given up squash to go. It is though cracking entertainment when they get around to the Q&A session with the students at the end. Brings back so many memories...