Jeez, I hate that saying. But it kind of sums up my attitude towards training at the moment. I've begun to cycle again, having let my weight get up to 97 kgs at the beginning of the year.
So far - since January 4th - I've covered 487 miles on the bike and I'm beginning to feel the strength return to my legs. I'm not too worried about speed at the moment, there's plenty of time for that - so as the boys at the tri club do the usual thing of tearing it up in January, this year I shall sit back and do my own thing. I've already dropped quite a bit of weight, probably down to around 93kgs and there'll be plenty more to come off.
My left achilles has been giving me problems so I've - once again - had to curtail my running. I seem fated not to run again but I'm sure I will, one day.
The girls are back at school, the afternoons are beginning to show signs of lightening up and I shall resume on the booze when I go up to see England play Scotland at Murrayfield.
Much to look forward to -- including a trip to see the David Hockney exhibition at the Royal Academy. Tickets are selling like hot cakes and we've bagged some for February. Can't wait. I'm a huge Hockney fan -- dig around his work, it's hugely influential and contains so much variety and experimentation.
Above is one I'd like to share with you... it's called 'White Lines Dancing in Printing Ink'...
Toodle pip...
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