...it rained.

I got wet. Like, really wet.

Managed to run from my house to Whitechapel Road and back, though.

Now I have to do core exercises -_-

I think I'm cycling tomorrow...

...hope it doesn't rain!

Oh hey, a blog!

Hm, I was sure I blogged after my big previous week. Oh well.

This week was pretty quet, no less than three off-days, for a total of 4 hours' training. Nearly came a cropper today due to front wheel flatness, however:

1) It doesn't matter when you have a turbo trainer - I must say it wasn't the eventuality I'd been planning for, but the TT does prove its worth at times like this.

2) Seems likely to have been a false alarm anyway - having pumped it up properly this afternoon, there's no sign of deflation, so I'm minded to put it down to not tightening the valve properly, something which I'm guilty of far too often.

Either way, 75 minutes was by far the longest I've gone on my turbo trainer. It's not unbelievably exciting, but it is bearable, and a really good workout. Much harder to get hit by a car, as well!

Oh, and it seems that MullerLight yoghurts are a good recovery food. Lovely.

Lonely...

...humph *sigh*

May have to change the background back to 'twee' at this rate!

Yay pie...

I had pie for tea. Veggie pie, but with gravy and a giant pile of veg.

Anyone want to blog??!! We need to get Nom out of his blog block!

Forgot to mention...

...ooo my thighs...

Why go uphill? You only have to come down again...

This morning brought the Corporal to Veg/Nom Towers for a lovely bike ride with an almost total absence of rain. Or navigation skills. An ill Nom (think back to Fromage's early problems) was left alone for a couple of hours as we set off, thinking about a nice flat ride with no Nom cackling manically as he led us up yet another hill.

Fail.

A summary of the ride: all the hills. And then some more hills. Incidentally, we did go everywhere, so it is entirely feasible that we may have gone up every hill ever. Let's see...we started in Oakenshaw, to Shelf, to Coley, to Hipperholme, to Hove Edge, to Brighouse, to Clifton, to Scholes, to Cleckheaton, to Spenborough, to Liversedge-ish, then back to Spenborough, Cleckheaton, Oakenshaw. Yep, that's everywhere.

Don't ask Odd about the cyclist on the hill though. But he didn't overtake the mighty Corporal, oh no. Odd would have kicked him off his bike first.

Ran yesterday, (Corporal? 30-ish minutes?), swim tomorrow. Now I'm having a nice cup of tea and a sit down.

Get well soon, Nom. I have to share a bathroom with you...

Back to front crawl...

Well, alternate lengths anyway.

The bike-swim-bike started at 8am, sadly sans Nom, with a punctual Odd, then failed on several counts of Veg:

• Absent Buff
• Frankenbike front wheel fail
• Shiny bikes locked together in a Nom-invented bike death grip
• Absolute failure to get to the park due to 8.15 Monday morning traffic

Still, we got there we swam, in an empty fast lane, with zero visibility due to Odd's complete goggle asplosion and me being unable to see anything due to the sun glinting off the fog on my goggles. Still, it's nice to get the old sinuses cleared out with a few lengths of front crawl. I think I need to stare at Mr Smooth for a while...

Corporal Odd has told me that if I bike for 2 hours on Saturday and do a run on Sunday I can have the rest of the weekend off. Wheeeeee!

Shock!

I had a phone call this morning. Fromage asking me to go for a swim!!

I've only just recovered.

Rained off today and too much coursework for a bike ride: plus my Halfords Frankenbike still has a front wheel of death.

Swimmy swim-swim tomorrow, then possibly to Leeds to throw Fromage in Roundhay Park lake. Well, he asked for a swim and it is prime triathlon open-water...

Ducks and all. Hehe.