While away, I haven’t had a chance to look at all the interesting webby stats that WordPress collates for you.
I have just seen the best search term so far that got someone to this site:
“make believe medieval fighting houston”
That’s my new title that is.
This blog might have given you the impression that I’m some kind of lean racing snake.
This would have been a very wrong assumption – because, despite all the cycling I do, an addiction for beer, curry (and other food that you can only phone for) means that I’m probably fatter than you would imagine possible for someone contemplating an undertaking like TRAT. I’m a bit of a wobbly lardy bloke at the moment to be honest, which is very bad.
This is kind of worrying on one level but it does mean that for a week or so I really, really, really don’t have to give a stuff about calorie consumption, as a few days from now I will be in the enviable position of not actually being able to take enough calories in to cope with the demands of the riding I’m taking on. “What do you mean this chocolate bar only has 452 calories per 100g? Bring me the chocolate minty lard!”
I’m not recommending this as part of your normal calorie controlled diet.
Posted in Cycling, Land's End to John o' Groats, Not so serious, The Race Against Time, Training, TRAT
Tagged Counting down, Curry, Cycling, It was me I ate all the pies, The Race Against Time, TRAT
After the long ride was over, we started our even longer drive back to our hotel – we drove parallel to the route on main roads rather than taking the twisting mountain roads. There’s nothing like going back on yourself to get an impression of distance – I’ll be doing this after TRAT too, as we will be driving back to London over the two days following.
On the way back we picked up some wine and some pizza as we expected the hotel bar to be closed by the late hour we got back.
The evening eventually ended with myself, Rupert and the hoteliers wife getting smashed on red wine sitting outside the hotel. On stumbling back to my room I found Bryony by the open window, naked, saying “Turn out the light! I’m covered in beetles!”
At some point in the night, the room had filled up with beetles, and Bryony was trying to shoo them out of the room.
I’m still not sure we didn’t hallucinate the beetles but real or imaginary, we chased them out of the room before falling in to a deep and well deserved sleep.
The next day we hitched in to the nearest town, found a bar and stayed there for much of the day, watching the Tour de France.
Posted in Cycling, Etape du Tour 2007, Not so serious, Past Adventures, The Cycling Widow, The Race Against Time, Tour de France, TRAT
Tagged Bryony, Cycling, Etape du Tour, Etape du Tour 2007, Foix to Loudenville, Friends, hitching, The Race Against Time, Tour de France, TRAT
About a year ago I got told of a scientific study that accidentally proved that chocolate milk is better for you than most ‘sports’ drinks.
The story was that research was being done into the efficacy of various branded recovery and energy drinks (some of which are very expensive). Chocolate milk was one control substance used but the research showed that the chocolate milk was as good or better than most of the sports drinks. It was a nice story, I liked it but thought it might be made up.
Happily, it’s a true story! Yay for chocolate milk!