Resting is bliss when there's no excuses. I have less than 1 week
to go before the day in the lakes half ironman. Yesterday I spent all
day fixing up my bike (I still have to ride it to make sure it's ok)
today I jogged around the trunce. I wasn't going to do it at all but the
weather was so lovely and I felt inclined to encourage my young
colleague to keep going along.
I literally jogged up the hills, even walked down some with the
more timid folks nearer to the back than I'm used to.
I walked the last
climb as much as I could but my legs were crying out for some short
sharp steps so I darted round the side and ran past a few who passed me
back as I jogged down the last descent to the finish.
I wasn't going to
damage my legs on any frivolous downhill sprints tonight oh no. As
instructed, my understudy, Robin, jogged with me to the car, from where
we dashed off to the station so I could catch the 20.23 to Cheltenham
for 2 days of meetings starting tomorrow.
Life is too short at this
speed. Resting is fun.
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