Friday, October 03, 2008
Big and Appley
I'm going to New York. Did you hear that? I'm going to NEW YORK! My friend Charlotte has had the genius idea of conducting her hen weekend in that fabulous city and invited me along. There will be 8 of us or so, some taking young chicks (but not me!) in New York for 4 days. I can't even speak for how excited I am about it all. But it's not til the end of October so I'm sure I'll find a way of speaking between now and then ... in case you hoped I wouldn't!
Plenty of logistics to work out, therefore, with childcare and who does what when in my absence. But none of it is insurmountable. I just need to figure out whether I can really go for 4 days or need to cut it down to 3. I hope the former, obviously; one doesn't go that far across the Atlantic to a place once loves so very much without aiming for the maximum.
In less positive but somewhat more predictable news, my cold seems to be exercising squatters' rights, so it's unlikely I'll be able to do the Autumn Epic this Sunday. I'm in that borderline state where I could do it - but suffer - or I could be wise and ease back into proper training next week. I really want to do it but I'm forcing myself to be wise. My coach (very wise) has advised me against it, and the book I'm currently reading (also wise, and on recommendation from my wise coach), says you shouldn't attempt any race unless you feel 100%. Which means Sunday is a definite no-no for me, unless something miraculous happens between now and then.
I am, however, still going up to Shropshire in order to spend 48 hours with my folks and see Milly and pass on our obsolete baby carseats for the use of her sister's twins. Which will involve some chat and good coffee, with any luck. This will go some way to compensating me for another race missed. Also: Mental note not to sign up for October races next year because the start of the school year means much swappage of viruses; it's stupid of me not to know that already.
It's going to rain on Sunday. Which wouldn't in itself cause me to ditch the sportive but makes me feel somewhat better about it. After all if it was a gorgeous sunny crisp October day I can think of nothing I'd rather be doing than cycling in some good hills. But if it's cold and soaking wet ... well ... the wish-list might be redefined.
Plenty of logistics to work out, therefore, with childcare and who does what when in my absence. But none of it is insurmountable. I just need to figure out whether I can really go for 4 days or need to cut it down to 3. I hope the former, obviously; one doesn't go that far across the Atlantic to a place once loves so very much without aiming for the maximum.
In less positive but somewhat more predictable news, my cold seems to be exercising squatters' rights, so it's unlikely I'll be able to do the Autumn Epic this Sunday. I'm in that borderline state where I could do it - but suffer - or I could be wise and ease back into proper training next week. I really want to do it but I'm forcing myself to be wise. My coach (very wise) has advised me against it, and the book I'm currently reading (also wise, and on recommendation from my wise coach), says you shouldn't attempt any race unless you feel 100%. Which means Sunday is a definite no-no for me, unless something miraculous happens between now and then.
I am, however, still going up to Shropshire in order to spend 48 hours with my folks and see Milly and pass on our obsolete baby carseats for the use of her sister's twins. Which will involve some chat and good coffee, with any luck. This will go some way to compensating me for another race missed. Also: Mental note not to sign up for October races next year because the start of the school year means much swappage of viruses; it's stupid of me not to know that already.
It's going to rain on Sunday. Which wouldn't in itself cause me to ditch the sportive but makes me feel somewhat better about it. After all if it was a gorgeous sunny crisp October day I can think of nothing I'd rather be doing than cycling in some good hills. But if it's cold and soaking wet ... well ... the wish-list might be redefined.
lara : 14:34
1 Comments:
woot woot! you KNOW i can't wait to see you!
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Miss Midwesterly, at
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