Saddle Sores

My 29th birthday has been good, but it didnt start well.
It started with our wee cat Floyd being sick and me having to clean it up. Nice.
I then got a phone call from Alan, now re-named Mr Motivator for his inspirational slogans on our training runs. He reminded me that we were indeed getting on our bikes and going out cycling in a force 9 gale. So no birthday long lie for me. Maybe next year.

I haven't been on a bike in nearly 10 years - and it showed. I still have the imprint of the saddle on my derrier. We went about 10 miles, out to Oakley along the cycle track. Saw Dundee United manager Craig Levein out walking his dugs, but he tried to lower his head so he wouldnt be recognised. Its all right Craig, you dont have to worry about us stopping to talk to you and anyway...you wouldnt be getting our autographs anyway :-P

Also saw Scotland physio out walking his dugs and was tempted to see if he had a spare slot for an emergency appointment as the lactic acid was fair building up in my legs.

Today has proved that I seriously need to lose a bit of weight and up the fitness levels pronto. We walked 11 miles last week and I felt great, but today has proved that the 30 miles on the bike will be tough, tougher than I thought anyway.

Lee came home to tell me that I am the proud owner of a shiny new bike which I collect tomorrow. Going to give it a test drive on Monday. Sink has also got me one of those camel backpacks for storing liquids. Holds a fair amount but still trying to decide if it will be coke or tennents lager that I put in it.