Thursday, August 27, 2009
the countdown has begun, how many more days will I be able to wear shorts? the mornings and evenings are certainly carrying a bite in the air, it's a familiar nibble at limbs though, and invigorating into the bargain. winters winds are bringing some clean cold air from the north. thoughts obviously turn to cross. chainrings are pondered, tubs are glued, fitness is questioned, always questioned. the sealed bag of winter kit will be opened and the musky smell of wool, roubaix, embrocation will fill the sense with the misery that lies ahead. i can't wait.
on top of this fun, we are now officially homeless, the old house finally toppled and now we have the builders in, well not quite but over the next few months we certainly will have. major upheaval like this is a challenge to be endured, living from bags once more when you thought you had passed all that many moons ago is insightful, revealing a side of your psyche you don't see that often. needless to say everything has suffered, sleep, riding, social interaction, mood, diet and sleep once more. is it possible for me to be more grumpy? it would appear the answer is yes.
its Eurobike time once more and my yearly exodus to the mainland it breathing down my neck, I'm going to try and bring a daily update but we will see, this year I will have a bike with me which should at least bring some headspace.