Vick (wife) has decided to fall out of a plane for Bristol Children’s Hospital in a vain attempt to steal my thunder. Her training require her to take a step forward, and sh*t herself. She’s pretty good at the second bit. Lots of barbed comments are being hurled at me suggesting her training is going better than mine. Until now.
Last Friday I got a 30 mile ride in to the Stroud office and back, only marred by the fact that my knees packed in on the way back. This has happened before, and always starts around the same place . I used to think it was random, but I’m now convinced that it’s because I do 15 miles, then work for a few hours, then get back on the bike and my knees muscles (or the ones around them) are cold and tight they surrender at the sight of the first hill.
Panicked all day Saturday – if I can’t do 30 miles I can’t do JOGLE. So set out on a tentative Sunday ride with Phil, which ended up as “all the big hills in the Cotswolds rolled into one”. 19 miles and all was fine. Maybe one of my theories is finally right….