My goals are mostly secret. I very rarely say them out loud. It's a habit that I retain from childhood behaviours of being oddly secretive, cynical and glairing with a severe sleep disorder. One would think that I was borne to eventually become an Evil Genius, or Supervillan.
I'm not disappointed. Oppressing people sounds too much like hard work and I like having hair. And besides apparently, as a child of course, I spent too much time with my finger up my nose to be percieved as a threat. I would never engage in such behaviour now. Especially not at my desk when I think no one is looking.
My point is I have made one of my secret goals I set for myself this week. Which is a real surprise considering I've only really been doing serious training this past week. The goal was to be able to do 10 miles in 30 minutes. I keep a tally of how many miles I do at a spin class and I managed 17km on Wednesday! And then 16km last night! Now I know they were on the spin bikes and it may not really translate to road use but I'm taking the win.
Further to this, I should be kicking off Sunday with 20 miles with me and a mate. We're instigating a 20 mile ban on Cake Stops. Drum and backs where we're going:
So shall be partaking of pub lunches when we get back to 'deen City.