Saturday, 7 July 2012

You'll Find Us Chasing The Sun...

Time to blow the dust off my shorts and tees! Only one sleep left till I'm on my way to the US, where the side walks will not only be frost-free, but will give off sufficient heat to cook my breakfast. We had, overall, quite a successful week in Invercargill, despite some unwelcomed interruptions by illnesses and what-have-you. It's not always ideal to begin a training camp with four riders and come out of it with three, but unfortunately that's the way it went, and I'm sure our wounded soldier (Georgie) will be back on the front-line in no time at all. Bike riding is also made a whole lot less fun when every session is followed by a good chunder, however Alysha - being the hard-ass that she is - didn't let this phase her overly much.

In spite of this, and the fact that we felt as though we were riding every track session in a giant refrigerator, we still got some much-needed track time in, and a nice dose of lactic acid fed to our legs. We also gave our cores a decent work out, not in the standard way, but through spending a sizeable chunk of our free time sitting around regurgitating lame anti-jokes off the net.*

On the bright side (if there can be one in this situation), we can rest assured that we've had our share of hindrances and that the path from here to Jay Dubs will be one swept clear of any further boulders, landslides and rickety old bridges with a few too many rungs missing. And I am certain that some Pennsylvanian  sunshine along the way will do us all some good.


*PS. And the Lord said unto John, "Come forth and receive eternal life." But John came fifth and won a toaster.


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