Archive for April 2010

Tomorrow and Tomorrow

April 29, 2010

Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. We are celebrating the lack of murder conviction by catching a train west at 9am and returning home by Sunday. Except the tourer is manking, the chain needs a giant scrub and the brake blocks need replacing, the house is a midden, I haven’t packed and I’m at the takeaway tonight. Gahhhhhh. Busy me eh?

Seriously though, it’s been a rough ride this last year. I’ve worked so hard and I’m discovering this person who exists almost independantly of my family and I like her. She seems determined, dedicated, friendly, smart and fit. It’s no huge secret that these changes have caused some difficulty at home. We have really struggled to make it to this anniversary and it’s testament to the Household Cyclist’s determination, dedication, consideration, brains and love that we still live under the same roof.

When I met HC I was a very different person, drinking, taking drugs, the furthest thing from my mind was commitment from anyone or anything. I had some mental health issues for sure. That was early June. By September I had proposed, the following April we married. It was that quick. Some people would consider that evidence that whirlwind romances work but I’m not so sure. Once the newness and the heady thrill of excitement wear off what’s left to build a life on? As far as I can tell we were lucky,very very lucky, waiting underneath the whirlwind was regard, respect, a sense of fun and friendship and I think that is extremely rare.

I am changing so much and so is he and while I have no idea what’s going to happen next week or next month or next year I would like to thank the HC for supporting me, for giving up his time and kit, for supporting me even when we were fighting, for helping me be the person I need to be regardless of the consequences to himself. I want to thank him for fighting for his family and for loving me so deeply even when I’m being irrational and stubborn.

I’m looking forward to my weekend. A couple of days in the saddle with my best friend, what more is there?

If It's Good Enough for Britney

April 28, 2010

Turns out what I was going to do next was the Barnesbury 10 mile time trial again. It did take much dithering and indecision though but it got me in the end.. have you seen that wind? nice, not.

I took a slow meandering ride over to the sign up. There were a lot of Vags around this time, must be preparation for the Vags club time trial next week? Although what the two lads on the tandem were thinking I don’t know, fantastic though that was. Anyway, much of a muchness, I went, I worked, I nearly threw up, I got round, I fell off. Yes, I fell off. I thought it was my jelly legs but turns out there’s another screw missing from my cleats. Anyway.. it was fun in as much as forcing yourself to work till everything hurts, till you have a stitch and can barely control your breathing and then you push some more… I just must thrive on torture. My time was much of a muchness with last week though which is both an upside and a down. Then I rode home because I am mental.. now as I sit on the sofa aching and bone weary I can’t quite comprehend what kind of person puts themselves through that and then pays for the privilege.

Hmm, whatever kind of person does that isn’t a person I would have imagined myself being when I started pedalling. Looks like I am that person though eh?

If It’s Good Enough for Britney

April 28, 2010

Turns out what I was going to do next was the Barnesbury 10 mile time trial again. It did take much dithering and indecision though but it got me in the end.. have you seen that wind? nice, not.

I took a slow meandering ride over to the sign up. There were a lot of Vags around this time, must be preparation for the Vags club time trial next week? Although what the two lads on the tandem were thinking I don’t know, fantastic though that was. Anyway, much of a muchness, I went, I worked, I nearly threw up, I got round, I fell off. Yes, I fell off. I thought it was my jelly legs but turns out there’s another screw missing from my cleats. Anyway.. it was fun in as much as forcing yourself to work till everything hurts, till you have a stitch and can barely control your breathing and then you push some more… I just must thrive on torture. My time was much of a muchness with last week though which is both an upside and a down. Then I rode home because I am mental.. now as I sit on the sofa aching and bone weary I can’t quite comprehend what kind of person puts themselves through that and then pays for the privilege.

Hmm, whatever kind of person does that isn’t a person I would have imagined myself being when I started pedalling. Looks like I am that person though eh?

Whoops or Something

April 27, 2010

I’ve cancelled on And, I slept in for our morning bike ride which is unusual and I’m feeling a bit glued to the sofa can’t get up today. It’s been a rollercoaster few weeks trying to keep a lid on the bad days and I think today I just went phlbt. I’m kind of enjoying it in a listless waste of a day way.

Last night the Bean and I baked. We made a cake for Dad and bananana tea loaf and some super cool bread rolls for his packed lunch. He’s amazing. He cycles (13 miles last night) he bakes, he’s just utterly amazing. I guess I was hit by the realisation this week that it’s not all about me and my bike but it is definately about my family and our life. How better can I teach him to live a healthy life than by example. How many 5 year olds are discussing excercise, pedal technique, healthy eating and know exactly how their food is made? I am one astonishingly proud parent to a very smart, funny,fit, healthy, resourceful boy.

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View From a Very Special Guest

April 26, 2010

 

Hi my names Bean and sometimes my Mam calls me junior cyclist.

Yesterday Emily and me went on a bike ride for a picnic and Emily had a bike and it has a long thing to keep it still to Sandras bike and we have to pick pack lunches. I cycled to the lakeside and I had great cadence. I was faster than Emily and Sandra and my mam. Mammy said good aero when I was going down the hill. I raced mammy and I was the fastest one and we all had water bottles on the back of the bikes but I didn’t. I have to steal mammys, thats why she stops. And I liked it, I liked going down the hill because I’ve done aeros when Im not going down the hill. I had a nice time and today I wanna play games on the computer and then I wanna go for a bike ride with mammy. 

Stats:  

Dist:           6.42 miles 

Average: 7 mph 

Max:         15 mph

Stripy Carrie

April 24, 2010

I’ve had quite a month week day.

At the start of the month I decided to keep track of the miles, how awfully organised of me. As it stands right now I’ve cycled 435.29 miles this month over some 34 hours. That’s just in April, kinda makes me wish I’d started keeping track right at the beginning. oh well.

This morning I woke up too early with the slight muzzyness that comes from accidently finishing a nice bottle of cotes de rhone and then falling asleep without drinking my water bottle. ugh, coffee and ham and cheese sandwich with a bit of facebook. It was cold this morning so the tights went on over my shorts with a long sleeve jersey over my new Vags jersey, I was bored so I set off a little early. By lucky chance so had And and we met at the petrol station at Stannington Station. Andy had planned a change of route in and it felt weird to be upsetting the saturday routine but it was a nice change and oddly enough the same length as the usual route.

The sun was starting to peep out as we set off for the ride. It was a nice route that seemed well planned and a lot of fun. The group was small enough to enjoy the crack but I had to stop to remove my jacket. Then at the cafe stop I removed my tights. What a gorgeous day it was turning out to be. Shame I’d not put on any sunblock..

The pace riding back was a little faster and we arrived back at Annas sooner than I hoped, I was having too much fun. There was more to come, the Ryton Tri 2up time trial was about to start. It was great to watch and cheer on some of my buddies.

I really enjoy the rides too and from home more and more. I seem to push myself harder when I’m alone. I like the contemplation time,the sound of my breath, the sound of my bike. Arriving home shattered and lying in the bath I realised I had rather strange lines on my arms and legs. Nope, that wasn’t muck, it was a never wearing a short skirt or sleeveless top the things we do for cycling ruddy great tan line. Im still pale white but the difference is irritating.

Saturday. Same every week, love a bit of routine. Love my bike, love my friends. Well done to those who rode the

Photos tomorrow ok?

Bump

April 23, 2010

No, not yet. I’m still grinning like an idiot. Though it’s been a rough week living with the mentalness. I’ve found myself really emotionally strung out over the last couple of weeks and I did wonder wether that combined with the torturous 70 odd miles on Sunday would have sickened me. Seems not though. Time Yet I suppose. 😀