This afternoon the family drives north to watch Dad humiliate himself in the 3 Peaks Cycle Race. Last year, having lost 1.5 stone in weight, I did one of my best ever times. I had even higher hopes for this year. Tsssk. It’s all fallen apart. Over the past year I kept the cycling and did a modest season of winter cross races. In the spring I upped-it more and had a few goes at some time trails in the mid-summer – with some occasional, but unpredictable form time to time. It as all-been up hill since then though. Here’s a list of the adversity I have faced over the last few weeks.......
- I got a sore mouth in late Aug, which turned into a viral thing and instead of doing 160 miles in the last 2 weeks I did nearly-non.
- My knee, for the first time ever, has started to give me gip. I never have knee problems. It all started whilst walking (yes, walking - how pathetic is that?) in Scotland in July and has been nagging me ever since. Brufon for breakfast.....
- My teething daughter has started to make a habit out of waking around 3 am ish and screaming until ca 4.30 ish. This makes training and recovery harder than last year. Not to mention juggling a career.
- At last week’s weekly-weigh-in, my weight was a mere 1 lb off my starting weight from last year, not bad, could be worse I thought! So, determined to lose that single pound I made an extra-special push with the diet this week and also have put some hard hours in on the bike and the moor – hit it hard from both ends I thought. So what do you think the outcome of all that special effort was? This morning I weighed 4 lbs heavier.
See you all on Sunday. I’m the sleep-deprived fat guy in the red and white top with the arthritic joints. But I’m not complaining. Helen needs her teeth and the bike looks good eh?
1 comment:
Very amusing commentry Phil, love the bit where you put on weight...I can just imagine your expression of disbelief.
Enjoy the visit from Mark and Sarah
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