In a mere 48 hours me, the boyf, and a mate are taking off from Hackney East London bound for Dunwich, Suffolk. Am I concerned about the 120 miles in between those destinations – yes somewhat. Am I concerned enough to cut out the drink between then and now – yes somewhat – but I do have a glass of wine in my hand…
In my defence its been quite a tense week work wise. Seems that lately I’ve been having a mental meltdown every few weeks. Not without just cause either – it’s just been really pressured lately. Today was definitely a good day as we made some important steps forward, however there was an open bottle of wine in my fridge and a thirsty Boyf just up the road awaiting my arrival – what could I do? I packed my supplies for Saturday (clothes, inner tubes, energy drink, thermo cup, etc), bundled the wine into a secondary rucksack and pedaled up the road.
Now here we sit watching Tour de France ‘highlights’ which unfortunately include much coverage of Rasmussen’s unfortunate exit. Rest assured the Boyf and I have not been using performance enhancing drugs in advance of Saturday’s ride..it’s just a bit of fun you know.
