Well almost. It frickin' feels like it.
It's actually the end of training for all of a week.
This is what I
get for leaving the house for work, volunteering, family funtimes
with my illness ridden nieces, sharing a house with sniffly Rob (whose
cold last week was of course 500 times worse than mine :0). It's
grizzly out there and he's just gone out for a 6 hour ride with only
some homemade rice bars for company – I hope he doesn't get this
cold too. I'd be in real trouble then.
This has got me a-thinking. Being bound
to the limits of the bed, sofa and bathtub have their benefits. I can
have some time to relax, just sit down, lie down. Snooze even. What a
novelty I'm sure many can appreciate. Could even pass myself my
laptop with my feet (too ill to muster the energy to reach for it
obviously) and try to finish writing the training plan I'm supposed
to be doing right now. Then the panic sets in – I'm supposed to be
riding RIGHT NOW with Ruth Taylor. She's riding, I'm not. Everybody's
riding, I'm not. It's my only day off. I'll be so behind. Might as
well give up, might as well eat everything in the house and wallow in
the bath with a mutlipack of Mars bars.
Right. Get a grip. Calm the frig down. It's only a week says everyone and
anyone with an ounce of plausible thinking on the matter.
Who'd have
thought it, it's only a week I'm having off. A week! Pah! I can
handle that off the bike... I can. Realistic thoughts begin to
dominate once more.
So from in between sniffles, moans and
coughs I'm going to enjoy this week. And I suggest anyone wanting to
train with the lurgy take heed!!! Might even bake some bread and
watch 2013 Paris-Roubaix.
Thanks for reading (if you got this far)
