I must not turn to fat…
May.12, 2006, filed under Miscellany
It has been an interesting couple of weeks, training wise. Life on the weird front has been largely intro- and retrospective. Interesting to look back at how things have moved on. But I’ll deal with that elsewhere later. I have some interesting thoughts on why Loki may be a shifter par excellence but he ain’t got my Old Man beat by any stretch of the imagination — and this has implications for old One Eye as well.
They’re not just my Uncles, after all.
But I will note that the Peanut Gallery has become quite involved with the physical side of life again since I moved. They’d pretty much left me to get on with it while I was in Devon, trusting me to make my own decisions as the physical work of cycling to work was enough. Now that I’m up here and driving to work the tech team — and by inference the PG — are being much more proactive.
So, boys and girls, this week I have mostly been learning to run on narrow, twisty, uneven, stony paths. Apparently this is something to do with body-space awareness. I was alright until this involved running over a rocky mound and straight down onto a plank over a stream with a fair drop on either side.
“Run? Over that? Me? You’ve got to be fucking…. Waaaaah!”
I don’t think I’m going to manage a Super Randonneur series this year. Which is a shame. I wanted to do that, but I need to get my saddle sorted out and I can’t do that until the house has sold and my bank account is no longer blaring a high-level alarm every time I buy tea bags (or anything else for that matter).
I did put my Audax sticker on Shackleton, though.
