Cycling in the Ballyhouras in gusts of 130kph. Brilliant!
Pouring rain, gusts of over 100kph and flooded roads, spring has arrived.
Blogs have been few and far between
recently and ordinarily this is a sign that I am going through a blue period where my training declines and my weight climbs. Not so on this occasion I have mostly be experiencing writers block.
Last weekend I managed to write a few lines and attach a few photos. I pressed the button to upload and minutes later I got a message saying that the upload failed and my post was nowhere to be found. I was too tired and frustrated to rewrite the passage and so in protest I have ignored WordPress for seven days
The New Year is underway and the short dark days are taking a toll on my mood but not my appetite for Chocolates.
When I do get out on the bike I enjoy it but with such short windows of daylight to get out, trips are often shortened or cancelled.
Friday night I was working until 9pm and so was too tired to get up at 07:30 for a club spin and so headed out at 10am on my own to do 100km. Was going well until I went over the top of the main climb of the spin to find the road blocked with snow and ice. Had to walk a mile or so before getting back on the bike and free wheeling through the slush.
Today’s trip was cancelled because of a puncture. I was on my way to the mountain for a quick spin when the tyre on my car blew out.
Sorry for all the moaning but as you may have noticed when I am in a bad mood I post less blogs so this is a effort to blow away my writer’s apathy
Just stopped for lunch on our second to last day. Bad weather is due around now with storm wins and rain. I’ve stepped out to do ‘bloody blog’ (said with a Preston accent). The others are settling inside unaware that the rain we have been rushing to avoid has started.
Conditions today have been dry but the first headwind of the JOGLE are affecting morale as much as speed. Signs up along the road today for the Tour of Britain, that is on it’s way
Push to Okehampton where a Travelodge awaits. Only Lenny Henry would be happy to be at a Travelodge.