For the first time in weeks, I had a morning training ride in the sunshine today. At 6am it was gorgeous, and the view from the top of the first climb was what summer is supposed to be (in that you can see for more than a mile). By the time I was on the way back home at 8am, the clouds had gathered again. Rain forecast for this afternoon too….
Syd’s unfit. We used to run together often, but Rachael’s arrival and my more recent regular morning bike rides has meant that the poor lad’s been neglected on the running front. He still runs around every day when Deb takes him to the stables but his weekly “mileage” is well down. We went for a 6 miler last night and by the end of the run I’d overtook HIM. As anyone who owns or has owned a dog knows, this is the wrong way around. Once we’d got home, he didn’t move for a good 4 hours.
So…he’s on a diet and he’s going to get 3 runs a week from now on. He’s also banned from hanging around under the high chair when Rach is “eating” a meal – we reckon he’s picking up a fair amount of extra heft from the titbits he collects off the floor.
A quick hour’s blast on the SS on Sunday night. I’d not ridden at all since Wednesday so I was ready to really give the pedals a good stompin’. The weather continues to be utter pants and most of the local trails are now permanently submerged. It makes the mud easy to wash off, but apart from that it sucks. Mud tyres and Crud Catchers are so uncool in July.
I’ve perfected my technique for riding the “sponsored by Elastoplast” gravel track through Hurst Woods (many more will ride this during the Hit The North race next year). If I move forward an inch on the saddle so that the nose of it is trying to violate my bumcrack I’ve found that with most of my weight over the front wheel I can Hold It Wide And Let It Slide like Sam Hill…that’s what I was thinking to myself anyway. “F*ck me, I’m like a downhill mountain biking GOD I am”. Not really, but I did ride it pretty bloody quickly.
I soon slowed down once I reached this bit: