Summer Hits the City
woohoo
Summer has arrived in Melbourne town and we're only two weeks into October.
33 degrees- Necklines are plunging, goths are perspiring (more like expiring) and the arm and leg warmers have been shelved for another year.
Ten days to the Melbourne-Warnambool. I'd be lying if I said I was putting the finishing touches on my preparation. More like I'm struggling to find the time for preparation. The final blow to formal preparation was delivered yesterday- I'm going to Griffith on business on Monday and Tuesday next week. So I guess the main goal for the next ten days will be to get as much rest as possible and try to squeeze in a few rides. It's a bit concerning not being able to get a clear run at a 300km bike race- but that's the lot of an amateur cyclist I guess.
The aim- to make it to Warnambool in one piece.
The problem- I'm feeling dead on my feet already.
Summer has arrived in Melbourne town and we're only two weeks into October.
33 degrees- Necklines are plunging, goths are perspiring (more like expiring) and the arm and leg warmers have been shelved for another year.
Ten days to the Melbourne-Warnambool. I'd be lying if I said I was putting the finishing touches on my preparation. More like I'm struggling to find the time for preparation. The final blow to formal preparation was delivered yesterday- I'm going to Griffith on business on Monday and Tuesday next week. So I guess the main goal for the next ten days will be to get as much rest as possible and try to squeeze in a few rides. It's a bit concerning not being able to get a clear run at a 300km bike race- but that's the lot of an amateur cyclist I guess.
The aim- to make it to Warnambool in one piece.
The problem- I'm feeling dead on my feet already.
posted by timboy at 8:37 PM
2 Comments:
Damn mate, tough gig.
May the forks be with you...
stop whingeing timboy
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