Death From Above

It seems that my sacrifice to the Goddess Isis (shin deep wading through Thames floods on Monday's run) was acceptable to the River and the flooding went down enough for our weights class to take place at the usual spot.

Hearing that Tumblr might be fading away so waking this back up again. Might do no more than lurk.

Morning folks.
In an aim to be able to get up early this week to swim or cycle before work (different days - I'm not THAT energetic!) I've been getting up at 5:30 this weekend (it's only half an hour earlier than usual, not too much of a shock to the system). Yesterday it worked out OK, I got to head out on my long training ride nice and early before there was any traffic. And the sun is up then, so I'm enjoying lovely bright morning.
But today is a rest day so I've been up for two and a half hours, I've had breakfast, I've tidied the front room, I've weeded half the back yard and I'm just settling down to coffee and toast before starting the actual "day" part of the day. And it's only just coming up to 8am.

*sigh*

The cycle ride was good yesterday tho. 35 miles, lots of lovely back country lanes through the flat bit of Wharfedale (v rich agricultural bit, excellent hedges, good grass). The hills were AWFUL. I had to get off and breathe 3 times going up the East Chevin Road. It's a 12% and my legs are NOT strong enough for that yet. Feels OK now tho. Good recovery. Good legs.

It's halfway through April and it's still bloody freezing. Yesterday I rejoiced because it was only drizzling for the commute. Rejoiced at drizzle! I mean. Really.

In continuing news no-one probably cares about, shin splints hurt like buggery but stationary bike cycling is possible. Paying down debt gives one a warm fuzzy feeling, but not much spare cash to throw around. And weekends remain awesome.

Toodally pip...