Training Log Archive: hilarity

With Anne and T2. We played a bit in the skills park and then embarked upon the poorly named Blue Cruiser. Poorly named cos a lot of it seemed much harder than blue at Camel Farm, and it was not cruisy. Some bits were, but for 200-400m or so.

Yuck. Goats No Good!

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With cricket and her couch-surfer who had never MTBed before, and was very small, and was on cricket's dually which was too big for her. She made it about 2.5km and came off with quite a bit of missing skin and blood. It was impressive!

We decided not to torture her further and rode her back to the car. After about 1km of heading back cricket suggested I just carry on with my ride, so I did - with caution and with unexpected amounts of crunching into rocks. I don't know how I haven't broken that bike.

The Mundaring Weir hill is getting a bit easier each time though. Now if only it would get shorter. :-)

I've just set the World Record for flat-tyre fixing. Fifteen hours.

I started at 7pm last night, got the tyre off (OK that was easy), got the tube out, got the new tube out of the box . . . .

And the screw thingy on the valve would not unscrew so I couldn't get any air into it. I tried and tried, asked a man walking past if he would give it a try, and eventually gave up.

This morning at 9am I was back to the bike shop where they had to use a tool to unscrew it, and I bought two more tubes just in case.

Back home, put tube in the wheel, and then could not get the tyre back on. I tried and tried, and then went back to the bike shop with my tail between my legs where the man said yes this was a tricky one as the tube was large compared to the size of the wheel, but in the space of thirty seconds he had it back on.

Back home, got tyre back onto the bike (you'd think that would be easy) and now the brakes are rubbing. Ha ha! Thankfully I'm riding with cricket this weekend and she knows what she's doing . . . .

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C • Bwah-hah 1

Horrors, gym cardio! I realised I was low on exercise when I was spinning my lunch container after eating today. Spinning spinning spinning. Some energy needed to be burnt off!

It seems the Gen-Y girls in packs on the cardio machines weirdness is not just a snooty gym thing. At Lords they are in THREES. 'And he was like, and I was like, and OMG!'

Maybe they wouldn't have such fat asses if they bothered to work hard enough to need to take a breath while talking . . . .

Discovered a flat tyre this morning which meant I had to walk to work. Now my foot is achy . . . .

I've done it! One year post-op!!! Now my risk of relapse goes down a bit more, although I'll still freak out mightiliy at the first sign of a fever :-)

Stuck at work until almost 6pm and had to ride home in near-dark and pouring rain! Good fun getting drenched :-)