I've been busily putting in hours of heavy suffering for some time now... both training and more recently trying lose a few kilo's. Weight loss took a more important turn after seeing the profile for one of my TT's in Italy. Hunger is my new best friend.
Yesterday's SMS to my coach might give you an idea of the suffering I had just gone through:
Me: "What is the prison sentence for murdering your coach. Or is it considered justifiable homicide"
Me: "I'm ded"
Coach "Thought so"
All in a good cause...I think...and Sunday's race will see what level of fitness I've crawled up to this early in the year. The race is pancake flat...a grind of a race where the wind can have a large impact on whether a PB is on the cards.
More on this anon
Up date on the "my saddle fell off" drama of early this month:
Personal: the gouge on my inner thigh from when I almost sat on the seat post has finally healed up. It was quite a deep gouge; I guess having a covering of fat is sometimes a plus (snicker...pun intended).
Why did it fall off????