The Letter F/Work Down Time/Best People.

I’m feeling better today.
This is fortuitous, as with all the training I’ve been doing and race day closing in (T- 8 days) if I was to continue feeling shabby thoughts of calling the whole thing were entering my head. I had resolved to focus on the June ride. Happily, this now appears to be a moot point.

Today’s post is brought to you by the Letter F. Feeling better. Fine Foggy day for riding. My Favourite band of all time FUGAZI (Bar none)

For me, today was a near perfect day for riding. Foggy and cold to start, and cool and clear once the fog burned off. I started out kitted to the max. Complete with arm, leg and head warmers, polypropylene under gloves and my new favourite thing snuggling underneath my old favourite thing. I was feeling cautious at first, not wishing to overdo anything and thus further fuck my stomach up. Again, this proved to be a moot point. Brilliant ride, body felt strong, stomach felt good rode 15km more than I had planned to, coming in at just under two and a half hours for 55km. (Please note, I only have one bike. So I ride it everywhere, those of you reading* should factor in that when any road riding stat is given is given through me riding a 4 and a bit inch dual suspension trail bike with 2.1 inch tyres. Kei Te Pai?)

The rest of the day followed brilliantly, with honey sandwiches (GYEAH) and coffee up in. There was also an afternoon of smiley Lou and shrieky Pete at the playground. Now I’m at work. The fact that I’m typing this from work should indicate that at this stage, it ain’t
Too bad at all. Let’s just think the good thoughts and keep it that way, Tino Pai? There wont be a music clip up until later though, as my work have an IT nerd cadre equivalent to the flying monkeys in the wizard of Oz, and we underlings are thus forbade from the dark pleasures of You Tube. Apparently the TAB is also out, what the fuck is this? Poland under the Nazi’s? What do you mean I can’t place a sports bet at work?

Te Reo you say? What’s that got to do with Mexican food and the Ponsonby food hall and my son’s best friend and a great night out? Nothing really, ‘cepting for that I can say, without any hint of irony, that some of my best friends ** are “Maoris’” or Maori, if you want to be, you know….correct. This has been two weeks in a row that we’ve gotten out and about and social on a Friday night More of that, I say….

Also, We're now eating brocolli from the garden. Carrots also. Good life? damn skippy.




*there’s no one reading is there…what a Zen question; I mean…how would I know?
** indeed, some of the two of the best people I know.