Goody, Goody
I have a fear - ever since Ms Goody was lambasted for only doing 20 miles of the Marathon having boasted about a lack of training supported by beers and curry, I have visions of me, having been blogging for months about my good intentions (and, on occassion, abject terror) regarding this ride, not being fit enough to stay the course.
Heaven forbid that I should do it in such a chav-like fashion of course - the beer's a given (my husband's a brewer), but supplemented by great taste in wine (she says modestly) and a finer palette than curry. (OK, I confess, I eat curries too, but only home made ones, and as part of a balanced diet!) But this is a far younger woman than me, a woman who has released a fitness video, shed pounds.... I'm struggling to find time to pedal even to work between the school runs and hectic social schedule of the small 'n' stinkies and needing to keep the business running.
Anyway, the bike has gone in for its service. I pedalled to the bike show with the kids last night. First step was to get it fitted. Expecting to have to lower the saddle (getting on is SO ungainly), I now find it needs raising: "You have to be standing on tiptoes."
The manager looked at me askance when I told him I was cycling 100 miles (and has agreed to put up an Action 100 ride poster).
What I really wanted him to do was to sell me the whole kit - to get excited and help me get in the right frame of mind. I did mention that I won't buy the shorts yet - I am determined to have shifted some weight before I ride - the less I can lug around with me the easier I'll find the ride. But instead of kitting me out, he looked at me and said: "You're fine the way you are - she's lovely and cuddly, isn't she boys."
My children, who have been indoctrinated from a very tiny age to understand that you NEVER, EVER say anything bad about mummy unless you are in a position to scarper very, very quickly, agreed loudly - and asked for a pair of cycling gloves each.
So I'm now ten pounds lighter - from the wallet, not the hips.
Heaven forbid that I should do it in such a chav-like fashion of course - the beer's a given (my husband's a brewer), but supplemented by great taste in wine (she says modestly) and a finer palette than curry. (OK, I confess, I eat curries too, but only home made ones, and as part of a balanced diet!) But this is a far younger woman than me, a woman who has released a fitness video, shed pounds.... I'm struggling to find time to pedal even to work between the school runs and hectic social schedule of the small 'n' stinkies and needing to keep the business running.
Anyway, the bike has gone in for its service. I pedalled to the bike show with the kids last night. First step was to get it fitted. Expecting to have to lower the saddle (getting on is SO ungainly), I now find it needs raising: "You have to be standing on tiptoes."
The manager looked at me askance when I told him I was cycling 100 miles (and has agreed to put up an Action 100 ride poster).
What I really wanted him to do was to sell me the whole kit - to get excited and help me get in the right frame of mind. I did mention that I won't buy the shorts yet - I am determined to have shifted some weight before I ride - the less I can lug around with me the easier I'll find the ride. But instead of kitting me out, he looked at me and said: "You're fine the way you are - she's lovely and cuddly, isn't she boys."
My children, who have been indoctrinated from a very tiny age to understand that you NEVER, EVER say anything bad about mummy unless you are in a position to scarper very, very quickly, agreed loudly - and asked for a pair of cycling gloves each.
So I'm now ten pounds lighter - from the wallet, not the hips.
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