Why did I have to mention to Milos I was doing a blog? And that he was mentioned in it a bit. Bragging of course. Now he wants to read it. I'll have to do a decoy blog. Say loads of nice things about him. I said I'd give him the link the day I was flying out. Seems like a good escape plan.
Jane, Adrian and I cycled out the back early this morning up the little Madha hills. Actually not so little, some of them. The big one I have a total mental block about... I got two thirds of the way up today!! Can't believe it. OK had to stop in the middle, but no matter. This is double my achievement to date on that hill. Adrian got further of course. With no training. NO TRAINING. You could go off someone, couldn't you. Does nothing all year, then hops on a bike straight up a mountain. It's like all those thin women in the gym. They spend an hour on the exercise mats stretching (in the mirror) and two minutes on the cross trainer - just enough time to not work up a sweat - then hop off for some more stretching (in the mirror). And there's me sweating it out, day after day. Oh woopee! Hop on the scales. Another 65g lost off my girth. Yeah, I'm thinking of you Donna. I know you're nearly my age. And twice my height. And half my weight. Bitch.
Since when do I know enough about cycling to teach anyone anything. But Jane's been really struggling with gears on her new bike, and I couldn't bear to see her so miserable. So I told her to put the big gear in the middle then leave it where it was for the duration, and just concentrate on the small gears until she's used to the concept. Adrian and I took it in turns to ride with her. Tell her to drop a gear, when she was struggling, go up a gear when her legs were spinning out of control ;-) Top of the hill, quickly to the top of the gears before the descent. She made great strides in only an hour and a half. We were just cycling home, downhill all the way, when I remembered a favourite little hill of mine down a side road and I asked Adrian if he wanted one last hill. It's rather windy and very steep but over a very short distance, like a quick blast. We dipped down to do a U-turn at the bottom and I was surprised that as we were climbing up again, Jane had shot down behind us to try it as well. Oh she's not going to like this, I thought. But we both watched her from the top, gear by gear, puffing with determination, and she did it. Big grin on her face and we clapped. Well done Jane.
Rest of the day off. What the hell do I do when I'm not in the gym, not on my bike and not working. Except eat of course. So I started doing my packing list. Good grief, most of my allowance is going to be taken up by supplements and breakfast. Muesli: 1.5 kg, rehydration stuff: 950g, dried banana: 1.5 kg. Where am I going to put all my knickers and socks? There won't be any room for clothes. It will just be me, bicycle, supplements and a cycle helmet. Well that will be an eye opener for the yak herders. Not to mention a bit chilly. I'll have to squeeze in my balaclava somewhere, at least, as a disguise.
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