...whether I like it or not. It's the other blonde in my life, only she has remarkably more sense, and a perchant for my sweaty bits. She's sitting there waiting for the hill climb section, when I get soo puffed out I can't tell she's sooking on my ankle like a baby on a bottle.
I have been hitting the turbo trainer very hard recently. We (me and the Gids, not me and the dog) did commute this morning but I don't really feel like I'm working hard enough on those 4 miles. I did think about jumping on the turbo as near as enough as soon as we came in tonight but that feels a bit sad. I can't tell if I'm being precious or snobby or mibbies just my usual lazy.
Never the less there is a pressing need to get out for a proper ride. My last one was several weeks ago and only 30 miles. So we need a 40 miler and I was thinking this Sunday might be a go. It will have to be, I'm very much in danger of doing my entire training regime on the turbo and that wouldn't be smart.