The past two nights I've been waking up mid-dream (night-mare). I'm dreaming that I'm in an ironman event and have completed the swim but then get lost during the run or bike leg, at which point I wake up in a sweat, rather anxious and confused.
Not sure what the dream means. Probably my subconscious telling me that I've eaten toooooo much chocolate and not done enough exercise this holiday.
I've been procrastinating and sulking all day and finally dragged my arse out of the house for a run. It was that or watch High School Musical with the kids.
It was rather cold and foggy, but I'm pleased as I managed a fair pace for about one hour. I'm not sulking anymore ...... exercise is a great tonic.
Wahooo its nearly Christmas, no work for week. Yippeeee ..... OK long run on Saturday, Cycle Sunday, Swim Monday, Cycle & Christmas Lunch Tuesday, Cycle Wednesday ..... aaachooooooo, snivel, sniff ..... blast where is my hankie!!!
Oh bugger that I feel terrible. I've caught a stonker of a cold and right now feel like going to bed ............ Ok maybe a run tomorrow will sort me out ... kill or cure.
The roads were very quiet this afternoon. I was out for a gentle 1 hour run before it got dark. It was flippin cold.
We are looking to buy a new car. We test drove a BMW 5 series touring yesterday, it was beautiful to drive, I'm in love. Alas, it failed the wife test. Would my bike fit easily into the back of the car in 1 minute with two kids in the rear seats. (Silly test I know, but I have an inpatient wife).
Despite trying to persuade my wife that I would take both wheels off, the saddle out, remove the handlebars, the forks within 30 seconds, it was with a heavy heart I confessed it failed. Other cars we have looked at the passed this test with flying colours, just pop out the front wheel and in it slides, even with kids sitting in the back seat.
Today it rained cats, dogs, chickens, polar bear and penguins. I did battle with the elements as I cycled from Oxford to Marlborough. It was a tough cycle what with the cold wind and the rain.
It took slightly longer than planned , plus I was late setting out which meant when I came into Marlborough, the light had just about gone. (Slightly stupid really as I did not have any lights on my bike).
My daughter is 6 years old and already she has broken her poor old fathers heart. Today over breakfast she told me... . ..... ... I can't say this .... . . . that <trembling voice> she is in fact a MANCHESTER UNITED fan and would not like a Chelsea football kit for Christmas, she would like a Man U kit.
My son and I are still in shock, but I guess we will have to come to terms with her decision. (Psst son lets put her up for sale on ebay).
The weekends slipped by and I stayed cocooned in my house. Despite the guilt and the lack of exercise, which started to effect my sanity, I really struggled to make the first step or push of the pedal.
Today, I finally plucked up the courage to venture back out into the dark cold evening, back into the breach, as I hit the road on a regular training run.
Its was a relief to be back, I just hope this is the start of normality again.
