anti-training and the breakfast baguette....
.... this morning after a rough night
and feeling more like dog poo than the dogs bollocks I decided to learn a new
skill, something that shockingly I haven't practiced in years.
I have no idea what's happening to me... is it old
age, is it the few too many glasses of wine imbibed last night, is it lack of
sleep....? Today is Sunday... and it's a gloriously sunny one too, with nary a
breath of wind so as a dedicated athlete(!) I should be out on my bike....
right?
{pause
for inspiration.... my mind is
sludge..}
The
media (both mainstream and cycling) is full of articles on getting fitter,
riding faster, training harder which is all well and good I suppose... except I
feel I've been living that way for years and where has it got me...? Well, OK -
I'm not exactly overweight and I can ride a bike pretty quickly but ... why?
There's no answer to that I suppose other than I enjoy it I suppose... and of
course it's fun being faster than everybody else but there's more to life than
that. So, this morning after a rough night and feeling more like dog poo than
the dogs bollocks I decided to learn a new skill, something that shockingly I
haven't practiced in years.
Call it
Anti-Training, call it being lazy - whatever but today my Sunday morning has
consisted of a gentle cruise down to the beach cafe with the sun at my back and
an hour or so of feet-up basking in the early morning sun tempered by the icy
tentacles of the lingering overnight chill in the air.... nothing new about that
you say... ah, but what if I told you that in the sun with me (for a short while
before it disappeared!) was a full English breakfast all stuffed inside an
enormous toasted ciabatta with lashings of HP sauce...... This is a major
milestone for me and bloody 'ell was it good, porridge and fruit will never seem
the same again.
I'm home again now
(obviously I suppose as witnessed by my bashing away at the keyboard) and it's
not even midday. Heck, I have the whole afternoon to do useful stuff like
painting the kitchen... or washing the windows. Except I know that I
won't....I'll probably wash my bike and then find the sunniest spot in the
garden for my lawnchair and...... that's
it!
OK, must go - there's time to be a
wasted :o)
Happy Easter.
Posted: Sun - April 8, 2007 at 11:37 AM