Sunday 22 March 2009
i am my own gunnery sergeant hartman
missing out on mallorca has left a mallorca shaped hole in my riding plans for the spring and a mallorca sized extension to my tumbet tummy . just over 1100 miles for the year so far, but that should have been at least 1800. i need to get tough to get back on track.
it's not rocket science. more exercise, less food.
so, from tomorrow it's hurt time.
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Just get the f*ck out there and use the good weather I arranged for you (and others)...
:-)
this isn't about riding. it's about TRAINING (© dRj0n). ;)
The problem with your Mallorcan theory about miles is all the food in the hotel you could have eaten, all the fresh bread with ham, cheese and olive oil, all the cakes. The main thing you missed was miles of fun roads and probably a british tan.
Okay, sorry, training.
Training is what I was doing when the shit hit the fan......well, the shit was hit by a fanny (in a car) so be careful out there....
The longer I'm stuck here, the more I look like Private Pile....
:-)
There's only two things from Fife...... which are you?
steers and queers?
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