Just got back from a great weekend with Em and Charlotte over on the East coast of Yorkshire. We stayed in Scarborough and visited Whitby, somewhere that Em has always wanted to go to. It was just so nice to get away as a family and enjoy each others company after a few hectic weeks.
Most of this past week has seen one of us throwing up at any given point. I started it last Sunday, Em said that I sounded like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. I spent most of my birthday hugging a toilet bowl and guessing what it was that had just come back up. What was doubley annoying was that I had a base fitness test scheduled with my coach. He was going to assess me on his watt bike and work out what level to pitch my training plan for Lanzarote. Trust me it wouldn’t have been at any level, except maybe dead. Consequently I didn’t train at all last week, there was no point as I didn’t eat. I’d graduated to rice pudding and plain rice by tuesday / wednesday, thankfully my appetite is back on track now and I’m keen to kick off the training regime again this week. I’m also hoping to get that fitness test sorted out.
One other thing I need to find the time to do is visit my local bike shop because I broke a spoke cleaning my bike, so I need to get that sorted ASAP. It never rains but it pours as us Brits are so fond of saying.
