A lot of miles!
No, I didn’t run them all. I ran – um, I correct myself – I trudged through 9 miles yesterday with my miraculous self-healing knee which was hurting so badly on Friday I was limping all day, but yesterday woke up like I’d dreamt it, not a twinge at all. What cured it? The cheese, mushroom and shallots omelette? The Nutrageous bar? The Deep Heat and stretchy bandage? Who knows. Still, nine miles sort of done. Hooray.
Then today, Shaun announces he’s going to do 18 miles for his London Marathon training. He further announces I’m going to accompany him on jelly baby duty on the mountain bike. Hmm, ok, I think, how hard can it be, all I’ve got to do is sit there and pedal a bit sometimes. FUCK ME HOW WINDY WAS IT? It was proper windy. Windy enough to necessitate the use of capital letters and the word ‘proper’ anyway. Even windy enough to necessitate the use of the ‘C’ word by Shaun. Oops, naughty. And in front of a lady too. (Yes, that’s me. Before you ask.)
God, I was glad to get home. To a cup of tea and some chocolate Hob Nobs and then a massive lunch. Cooked by me. Oh yes, I am a domestic goddess and finely tuned athlete rolled into one. One what, I don’t know.
Distance: 9:05 miles
Pace: 11:40 m/m
Cheese, mushroom and shallots omelettes: 1
Nutrageous bars: 1
Miraculously self-healing knees: 1
Distance: 17:42 miles (set off before the Garmin got a satellite)
Pace: 8:41 m/m
Calories: 612 (someone PLEASE tell me cycling burns off more calories than this?)
Use of capital letters: 1
Use of the ‘C’ word: 1
Cups of tea: 1
Chocolate Hob Nobs: 3
Massive lunches: 1
Domestic goddesses and finely tuned athletes rolled into one: 1