Archive for June 2010

Badly Organised Betty

June 30, 2010

I’m leading the Saturday social ride, that’s this Saturday (Vagabonds Calender Here). Yup, I know that I know where the cafe is and I know that I know where the meeting point is but I also know that I have little clue about that bit in the middle, yannow, connecting the two.

Here’s the plan, Andy (the birthday boy!!!!, three cheers everybody) is gonna come get me and my bike and we are going to scout it. Then we are are going to find a pub and celebrate his birthday, then I’m going to catch a bus home some time tonight. Good plan eh?

Happy birthday And. 😀


Wednesday Week

June 29, 2010

Whoof, OK, I’m rocking up late, I admit it. Go on, slap my hand. Now in no kind of sensible order I’m going to ramble at you.

Saturdays ride was a long long day. Really. I set off late and by the time I reached Stannington Andy had panicked about being late and left without me. By then I was frustrated and almost crying because variously my legs didn’t feel like working and my chain wouldn’t stay where it was supposed to be. Add to that frustration I actually saw Andy turn round and leave for Ponteland (he didn’t see me). No way could I catch him but I still had to really really shove my way to Ponteland to make it in time. In times like this I find the fastest route to be straight up Berwick Hill. Whoof did I give it some. Which meant much slowness on the bumpy ride to Kirkharle. Still, the ride back to Ponteland was pleasant, as was the long time spent sitting in the sunshine at Anna’s and then a very leisurely ride home.

Gosh, did I ache, and no Saturday night glass of wine for me either. I’d been asked to marshal a 50 mile time trial on Sunday morning, I really should have found out the start time before agreeing. To make it to Cramlington for a 7 am start I’d have to be up at 5:30. Here began another frustrating 10 very slow and sore miles though with traffic that light I did opt to ride along the spine road for the first time for a fair portion of it.

The Time trial went well though with no arrows and a large roundabout to marshall over 2 laps it did get a little frenetic now and again. Plus, as Andy has pointed out “race brain go DUH”. I was treated to a fair amount of amusement. I shout “straight on/ second exit. look for the marshal” all accompanied by airhostess style wafting. They turn left…. (special congratulations to the Sill family, 2 out of 3 got lost…) (oh, and a special mention to Bob wrong turn Boak who apparently made several wrong turns, including almost riding into me)

Then a hammer home from the HQ at Seaton Burn. This was much easier than the ride out. Shower and a change and out for lunch with the family. The Junior Cyclist asked to go out for Sunday lunch as a reward for winning learner of the year at his school. My mam had filled her paddling pool so the rest of the afternoon was spent sitting on her patio while the kids got soaked, Then I rode straight to work for a hot sweaty busy shift. Yesterday I was soo tired that I sat mostly on the sofa and watched an entire series of Eli Stone. Then bed, and now here I am. HOme from the Boys award ceremony a very very proud mam with a very messy house. Oh well, I’ll get round to it sometime.

The Rituals

June 26, 2010

I always look forward to Saturdays but as I lay in the bath this afternoon with my chicken sandwich… Well, that’s how the best stories start eh?

The Saturday social ride is one of my favourite things. Why else would I ride 16.5 miles each way (thats the short route) Just to meet everyone for a 30 mile ride?

It starts with the Friday night ritual. Go upstairs, find kit, lay kit out on kitchen bench. Go to the shed, get bike, check bike, fly.. (lol, not really the idea just amused me, I don’t fly), Check saddle bag, hunt tools, swear, hunt harder. Put bike in kitchen, sometimes. Fill a bottle with juice, drink bottle, fill another and take it to bed with me.

The Saturday morning ritual, get up, put shorts on, put bra on, put kettle on. Put porrige (I hatez porrige) in microwave…put lenses in, remove bib shorts for the chamois cream, re-dress, check tyres and stand at the gate waiting for the babysitter.

But it’s the after ride ritual that amuses me. Come home knacked and collapse on sofa for ten minutes, be disgusted at the thought of sitting in my own ming, realise I’m starving, thirsty and stinky. Make sandwich and eat in the bath with a bottle of juice. My favourite ritual of all, it’s an all round solution.

I’m marshalling ridiculously early tomorrow and I’m really really knacked so tomorrow I’ll tell you how today went (pretty good actually) late on tomorrow ok?

I'm So Right :P

June 25, 2010

A few days ago I posted here: about being fast enough, when I did I also spoke about a fellow blogger who didn’t feel good enough yet for group riding.

I’ve just read his latest post and my gob hit the floor! In a few days he’s gone from not fast enough to time trialling! Look: . Gobsmacked is not the word (well, it’s pretty hard to gobsmack me isn’t it 😉 )

Fair play to ya Toby. Very good show.

Give The Man What He Wants

June 25, 2010

In response to a gentle shove I’m writing this now. After a fairly tough week emotionally, I’ve found myself drawn to my family. Closed in against the cackflinging its been illustrated again just how lucky I am to have this amazing husband and father and how proud we are to have raised such a spanking young man.

Anyway, never has it been made clearer that there is a correlation between your state of mind and the state of your body. Usually I’m a lady who recuperates rapidly but after that battering I found myself all over achey and any motivation to get on my bike got up and went. Now, there’s two ways that can go. Usually I force myself but this time I didn’t. If I ached and I couldn’t be bothered then why not just not? It’s a scary premise for sure. Inertia is my greatest fear but I did it.

This morning I woke up and started to feel the itch to get kitted up and go outside right now and pedal. I didn’t though as the housework called and I want to see how I handle a Saturday on fresh legs for a change. I don’t know if the time off will help or hinder but I’m willing to find out.

Thankyou to everyone who has been here for me and lent an ear. I’m mostly back to me now and it’s mostly thanks to you.

Welcome Home.

June 23, 2010

😀 after much gnashing of teeth a blog fairy appeared, waved a wand and showed me how my little patch of narcissism could have a home of its own.

Now, just bear with me while I settle in please? There’s so much to do……

Protected: Where I Went

June 23, 2010

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