There have been a few incidences, as we like to call it "getting Frenched" such as almost having a punch up with a taxi driver who decided taxis dont take bike bags? and convince the taxi driver behind me "taxi drivers dont take bike bags", long story but lets just say the most colourful of my French vocabulary came out to playwith this "pleasant" cabby. Hours later, police involvment later, some lovely by-standers later and a couple of taxi drivers later, my faith was restored with a lovely old man cabby who eventually got me home, and begged me not to catergorise them all by the lovely young "pleasant" cabby that started it all!
Its now one week til my next race, where I am aiming to gets some points back on the scoreboard and get back in the mix. Iv been consistently back in the "travelling gym" as iv named it. The travelling gym usually consists of benching pots and pans, squatting off tables and most of all weirding out all the new neighbours, but so far so good, with a solid few weeks of the
- travelling gym,
-some new bouncy BROOKS running shoes to train in.
-running getting faster, surely running away from wild boars gets the intensity up! (Just have figured out to tame them to chase us round the track yet.)
-Numerous rides getting lost in the hills to add an extra hour onto a planned ride, plus I must have been descending THAT fast, that even the bees couldnt get out the way! haha yes a nice bee sting on my chinny chin chin.
-Hours of watching the tour climbing the mountains ( must equate to some hill kms in my own legs),
-Swimming getting better after taking my relationship with paddles to the next level,
- and some tan improvements, as much as my hidden irish heritage allows for anyhow, are all sure fire signs that training is going well and things are heading the right direction. Cant wait to get my new SCODY go fast suit, and im looking forward to Geneva!