So after weekend of looking after the children and nursing a bed-bound, flu-filled, properly poorly Justine, I finally cleared out under the deck enough to fit the turbo-trainer and Kona between the diesel tank and the sail bags. It really is head-down and go as the cockpit deck above prevents one sitting up on the bike!
I had forgotten how hot one gets on a trainer – this may be the way to loose the weight I need as, with six weeks to go until the big climb, I am still on the heavy side – For example, I took the children riding on Saturday to tick that particular middle class box and considered having a go. It was pointed out that there is a 13 stone weight limit to protect the innocent equines from the likes of me who comes in a casual three stone above that.
Still the couple of post-training glasses of Muscadet means that I have dulled the sheer terror of the impending big day.
It is probably time to start taking this seriously – after this glass, naturally – as the year-to-date is not too impressive…
- Last week – 102.2m, 3,002′
- March week 1 – 87.4m, 1,654′
- February – 346.7m, 10,885′
- Year-to-date – 713m, 17,596′