I’ve been lucky over the years (touch wood) … and not crashed my bike too often, however yesterday I managed to be stupid. But lucky. Things always happen for a reason in my book, but I am still figuring this one out!
This was pre-crash … sans bandages ….
Well I didn’t do as I said I would - and get a post up on Sunday about the week that was … and here we are on Wednesday already. Time seems to fly by, but that is no excuse. Here are some of the things I have been up to;
A run with the boys - Tim, myself, Gavin and Toby - on Sunday morning
I am I think. I’m back at the ‘grindstone’ (it’s a hard life in the Southern Hemisphere sun!) and it’s going fine. 4 days of the week gone, 500ks to the good with a smattering of solid swim and run work thrown in. A couple of massages for good measure and the odd cafe stop for lunch to keep the body guessing.
I’ll update you on the week that was on Sunday …..
It’s been a week already since the 70.3 last weekend; how the time has flown by. I’ve been keeping myself to myself here in Stellenbosch since my wingman - Toby - has been missing in action whilst spending some time with his lovely fiancee. I’ll let him off!
So I have been having some nice food, getting the training routine kicked back into gear and marvelling at the sights of Freshers week here in Stellenbosch - it’s mad let me tell you. Simply mad!
Breakfast after a 6am 70k ride yesterday. - French toast: A-mazing!
Woohoo! I won! It was 2 years and 3 attempts coming, but I secured a victory in East London on Sunday finally - and it felt good for sure. It’s not easy to win a race these days, so I am more than happy with how I coped on race day to do just that.
Breaking the tape ….
