I went out this morning after two days "off" ie three pints and some wine on Friday night and taking daughter off to Uni yesterday. Missing her already even though she drives me potty.
Saw my breath for the first time today!! Got to get into my long LiDL spandex to match yellow true professional jacket
So panting up a hill this morning I passed a fellow cyclist. He looked the dogs, proper road bike, all the kit and knees that went exactly parallel to the ground as he cycled. You know the type, just back from winning the Tour De France. I felt part of a community, excited, fit and AN ATHLETE.
So I went to acknowledge him. Have you seen what motor cyclists do as they pass? They lift fingers in salute without letting go of handle bars. So thats what I did to my companion on the lonely road, my fellow ATHLETE, my compadre, my inspiration (and I his no doubt), my raison d'etre.
The bastard totally ignored me and whooshed on by ( Did I say I passed him? Ok he was coming the other way)
So I gave him some boy racer hand gestures once his back was turned, felt much better and resolved to throw some oil in his path if I ever saw him on MY route again
8.2 miles today, 54 minutes, average speed about 9, not too bad
A close friend told me there were nine spelling mistakes in my first post. There will be a prize for anyone who can find more.
Please follow me so I can start looking to make it into a book. I mean it has got to be more interesting than Gordon Brown's Opus . When you think of the advance he got I have to be worth a bit of that.
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