"perhaps more ice, maybe a bit of snow, hopefully no rain, but I'm sure it'll be cold!"
all of the above (excluding the snow), to the extreme!
I have a feeling this ride will be honoured with a write up on FatLad very shortly so I will keep this to a minimum and cheat by linking to FL when it is posted up...with photos hopefully!
In short, is was fecking cold, even finding it hard to get out of the warmth of the car to start with, soon warmed up into the first section of the ride along Swaledale, edged along the river having to push through farm fields to avoid burst banks in places, fought with the wind and the extreme cold once we started to climb Gunnerside Ghyll, pushed the bikes on too much of the ride due to ice covered tracks, turned round and came back the way we came due to a stream crossing which was nigh on impossible to cross....
...but...what a day out. A great ride, stunning scenary, a numb chin which gave me a stutter Arkwright would be proud of, excellent company and I can't wait for the next one.
Come on Al, get the pics uploaded...
Showing posts with label mountain biking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mountain biking. Show all posts
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
a day in the dales
Swaledale was the chosen dale of all dales this time. I must admit, I love this place, load sof character, great villages, top pubs, real ale and for me a lot of childhood memories of holidays of old.
So, this ride, I decided was to commence from Reeth which is about 30 mins from the A1. I parked up in the centre of the village on the cobbled car park and paid my due's into the honesty box. Whilst pulling the various bits of bike from my car another mountain bikers taxi pulled up beside me and out got a father and son combination. They had travelled from Lincolnshire and were staying in the area and getting in as much mtb'ing as possible...ideal!
This was a cold morning and I was glad to set off to get the blood circulating and some warmth regained. Leaving the village on a fast tarmac descent I was already looking forward to my flask of tea and a lump of cake on my return to the car. That, I hoped, was to be sometime away as I had a days riding to do in this wonderful part of the country.
I followed the tarmac to Grinton where I turned off the 'main' road and eventually picked up a bridleway which was to lead me adjacent to the River Swale. The route along the Swale was mainly bridleway and good bridleway at that with a few bits of road mixed in. The last stretch of bridleway takes you very close to the Swale so much so that the latest heavy rainfalls had caused the river to spill over onto the track. Looking along the track as far as I could see, which was a long way, the end was nowhere in sight. The water was deep and I didn’t particularly fancy riding it this early on in a ride. Luckily there was a bit of a makeshift path to the side which I managed to tentatively wobble my way along using the bike as a walking stick.
Leaving the bridleways behind for a short while I made my way by road into Gunnerside village before taking a minor road out and up onto the side of Gunnerside pasture. This was the start of the long climb. I soon got myself back onto a bridleway which immediately doubled back on itself and then turn north to start taking me up into Gunnerside Gill. The climb was good, not too steep but nice and long. Somewhere near the top I decided it was time for pasty and chocolate and with that in mind i found myself a seat where I could take in the amazing views.
Refuelled and eager to continue I carried on up the last section of uphill and the higher I climbed to more icicles I spotted dangling at the side of the track. Everything levelled out for a short while until I started to descend in to the main site of Gunnerside Gill where some of the mining remains still stand. The downhill was good and fast and admittedly a little worrying due to the amount of frozen water covering the path. A few sideways moments and trying not to use too much brake I got myself safely to the bottom.
The climb back out from the Gill starts with a very narrow singletrack which immediately climbs steeply before again descending back to the Gill for a water crossing minus bridge. Once again, using my bike as a walking stick I picked my way across the Gill. Another very narrow singletrack climbed and headed me further north and then back on myself to pick up the main bridleway on top of Friarfold Moor.
I remembered this path from many years ago when I came here during my student years and I had a sneaking feeling that a good downhill was in wait at the other side of the moor. The land up here is very barren and bleak, not a place to have bike mechanicals! I was heading down again and the path headed off into the distance as far as I could see. With smile firmly in place I freewheeled as fast as I dared downhill at the side of Old Gang Beck. The freezing air was doing fine job of numbing my knees and chin but this was not to dampen what was an amazing downhill...I will definitely be back to visit this one again.
Seeing tarmac again, i had a short climb up hill to the start of the next bridleway. Not too easy to find which was the correct path I slowly inched my way forward, checked the map and checked again I decided to descend onto what I believed to be my chosen path. Then disaster struck, my chain snapped. Not too upset as I knew I had put a powerlink in my Camelbak not too long ago, so I set to work. But, my powerlink was doing a fantastic job of hiding, it was not to be found anywhere. Now getting seriously cold as the weather was starting to change I decided, whilst chomping through a sausage roll that I would do a quick fix and shorten the chain. This done, but deciding this was not the best chain repair I had ever achieved and after consulting OS once again I opted for the road option back to Reeth.
It was a shame, but it just means I will have to return sometime soon to complete the full ride. All in all I covered approximately 33km and had a great time.
One last thing to do before driving home....cup of tea and cake...only the tea I left in my Dwain Dibbley flask in my car had gone stone cold...how disappointing!
So, this ride, I decided was to commence from Reeth which is about 30 mins from the A1. I parked up in the centre of the village on the cobbled car park and paid my due's into the honesty box. Whilst pulling the various bits of bike from my car another mountain bikers taxi pulled up beside me and out got a father and son combination. They had travelled from Lincolnshire and were staying in the area and getting in as much mtb'ing as possible...ideal!
This was a cold morning and I was glad to set off to get the blood circulating and some warmth regained. Leaving the village on a fast tarmac descent I was already looking forward to my flask of tea and a lump of cake on my return to the car. That, I hoped, was to be sometime away as I had a days riding to do in this wonderful part of the country.
I followed the tarmac to Grinton where I turned off the 'main' road and eventually picked up a bridleway which was to lead me adjacent to the River Swale. The route along the Swale was mainly bridleway and good bridleway at that with a few bits of road mixed in. The last stretch of bridleway takes you very close to the Swale so much so that the latest heavy rainfalls had caused the river to spill over onto the track. Looking along the track as far as I could see, which was a long way, the end was nowhere in sight. The water was deep and I didn’t particularly fancy riding it this early on in a ride. Luckily there was a bit of a makeshift path to the side which I managed to tentatively wobble my way along using the bike as a walking stick.
Leaving the bridleways behind for a short while I made my way by road into Gunnerside village before taking a minor road out and up onto the side of Gunnerside pasture. This was the start of the long climb. I soon got myself back onto a bridleway which immediately doubled back on itself and then turn north to start taking me up into Gunnerside Gill. The climb was good, not too steep but nice and long. Somewhere near the top I decided it was time for pasty and chocolate and with that in mind i found myself a seat where I could take in the amazing views.
Refuelled and eager to continue I carried on up the last section of uphill and the higher I climbed to more icicles I spotted dangling at the side of the track. Everything levelled out for a short while until I started to descend in to the main site of Gunnerside Gill where some of the mining remains still stand. The downhill was good and fast and admittedly a little worrying due to the amount of frozen water covering the path. A few sideways moments and trying not to use too much brake I got myself safely to the bottom.
The climb back out from the Gill starts with a very narrow singletrack which immediately climbs steeply before again descending back to the Gill for a water crossing minus bridge. Once again, using my bike as a walking stick I picked my way across the Gill. Another very narrow singletrack climbed and headed me further north and then back on myself to pick up the main bridleway on top of Friarfold Moor.
I remembered this path from many years ago when I came here during my student years and I had a sneaking feeling that a good downhill was in wait at the other side of the moor. The land up here is very barren and bleak, not a place to have bike mechanicals! I was heading down again and the path headed off into the distance as far as I could see. With smile firmly in place I freewheeled as fast as I dared downhill at the side of Old Gang Beck. The freezing air was doing fine job of numbing my knees and chin but this was not to dampen what was an amazing downhill...I will definitely be back to visit this one again.
Seeing tarmac again, i had a short climb up hill to the start of the next bridleway. Not too easy to find which was the correct path I slowly inched my way forward, checked the map and checked again I decided to descend onto what I believed to be my chosen path. Then disaster struck, my chain snapped. Not too upset as I knew I had put a powerlink in my Camelbak not too long ago, so I set to work. But, my powerlink was doing a fantastic job of hiding, it was not to be found anywhere. Now getting seriously cold as the weather was starting to change I decided, whilst chomping through a sausage roll that I would do a quick fix and shorten the chain. This done, but deciding this was not the best chain repair I had ever achieved and after consulting OS once again I opted for the road option back to Reeth.
It was a shame, but it just means I will have to return sometime soon to complete the full ride. All in all I covered approximately 33km and had a great time.
One last thing to do before driving home....cup of tea and cake...only the tea I left in my Dwain Dibbley flask in my car had gone stone cold...how disappointing!
Saturday, 25 October 2008
what better way to start...
....my 1 week holiday than with a Bad Brains trip over to Llandegla trail centre in Wales.
To say we were heading to Wales, the start time for this trip was most respectable. In fact my 18 month old son made sure I was up with plenty of time to check, check and recheck I had all my kit with me.
I was to be privileged with the company of Fat Lad on this very trip to Wales so off I went as quick as I could to meet with a promise of good old British bacon butties and a cup of tea. There’s no better way of getting the cycling body prepped for action and with a little arm twisting I was enticed into having a second butty and more slurps of tea. Full of food and excitement of riding somewhere new we decided to load the car get ourselves on our way.
With two dismantled bikes and enough cycling gear to complete the Trans Wales we headed off West to our meeting point. The 2hr car journey passed by as if it wasn’t even trying to make us feel the discomfort of long distance travelling and soon we were crawling round the car park looking for a suitable spot to park up. With the lower car park full of cars and riders tweaking their bikes and making last minute pre ride checks we made our way up to the additional parking where we found Glen and Lynn and a few other Bad Brainers.
This was Al’s and my first outing at Llandegla and the countless sightings of body armour wasn’t doing anything for my overworked imagination of what I was going to find here. Is anyone riding XC?? Thankfully, when the ‘all I can see is downhillers’ vision had cleared I recognised some Bad Brains faces riding their usual choice of bike sans armour.
Bike rebuilt, lid on, Camelbak packed and strapped into position we freewheeled down to the trail centre to meet up with the rest of our group. Good turnout. Without counting there must have been around a dozen of us. And with groups photos taken we headed off onto the start of the track.
The initial part of the trail is a wide track which steadily climbs out of the trail centre for a good stretch and eventually brings you to the first of the downhill sections. Now, Llandegla knows how to do berms! These were big and immense fun to ride.
After an extended stop due a shoe stuck to spd pedal incident we continued on with the fast flowing singletrack. Now, if I were to try and describe the extent of this ride I think I would get entirely lost and meet myself coming backward a few times. So, all I can try and do is sum it up as best I can, here goes...
- Big grin
- Berms
- Switchbacks
- Jumps
- Table tops
- Short climbs
- Long downhills
- Rocks
- Drop off’s
- North shore
- Fun black sections
- Front wheel landing!
- ‘should have put my seat down’ moments
- Thrown off line
- Heavy braking
We rode a couple of the sections twice and maybe three times, it really was worth the climbs to get back to the start. Each run building the confidence to go just that bit quicker and to ride the jumps just that little bit smoother.
Eventually, after lots of fantastic riding the trail was nearing the end and finally we landed back at the trail centre. Time for tea accompanied by a huge helping of a huge cake brought by Chip. If there’s ever a time for sneaking your own cake in to a cafe this is not the cake to do it with! With a diameter close to the size of a car wheel and a thickness that none of my knives at home would make it through this will now be my immediate vision whenever anyone mentions ‘cake’.
A cracking day out and a great start to my weeks holiday. I will definitely be revisiting at some point.
I will add links to pictures and videos as and when they are available as I didn’t take any of my own.
To say we were heading to Wales, the start time for this trip was most respectable. In fact my 18 month old son made sure I was up with plenty of time to check, check and recheck I had all my kit with me.
I was to be privileged with the company of Fat Lad on this very trip to Wales so off I went as quick as I could to meet with a promise of good old British bacon butties and a cup of tea. There’s no better way of getting the cycling body prepped for action and with a little arm twisting I was enticed into having a second butty and more slurps of tea. Full of food and excitement of riding somewhere new we decided to load the car get ourselves on our way.
With two dismantled bikes and enough cycling gear to complete the Trans Wales we headed off West to our meeting point. The 2hr car journey passed by as if it wasn’t even trying to make us feel the discomfort of long distance travelling and soon we were crawling round the car park looking for a suitable spot to park up. With the lower car park full of cars and riders tweaking their bikes and making last minute pre ride checks we made our way up to the additional parking where we found Glen and Lynn and a few other Bad Brainers.
This was Al’s and my first outing at Llandegla and the countless sightings of body armour wasn’t doing anything for my overworked imagination of what I was going to find here. Is anyone riding XC?? Thankfully, when the ‘all I can see is downhillers’ vision had cleared I recognised some Bad Brains faces riding their usual choice of bike sans armour.
Bike rebuilt, lid on, Camelbak packed and strapped into position we freewheeled down to the trail centre to meet up with the rest of our group. Good turnout. Without counting there must have been around a dozen of us. And with groups photos taken we headed off onto the start of the track.
The initial part of the trail is a wide track which steadily climbs out of the trail centre for a good stretch and eventually brings you to the first of the downhill sections. Now, Llandegla knows how to do berms! These were big and immense fun to ride.
After an extended stop due a shoe stuck to spd pedal incident we continued on with the fast flowing singletrack. Now, if I were to try and describe the extent of this ride I think I would get entirely lost and meet myself coming backward a few times. So, all I can try and do is sum it up as best I can, here goes...
- Big grin
- Berms
- Switchbacks
- Jumps
- Table tops
- Short climbs
- Long downhills
- Rocks
- Drop off’s
- North shore
- Fun black sections
- Front wheel landing!
- ‘should have put my seat down’ moments
- Thrown off line
- Heavy braking
We rode a couple of the sections twice and maybe three times, it really was worth the climbs to get back to the start. Each run building the confidence to go just that bit quicker and to ride the jumps just that little bit smoother.
Eventually, after lots of fantastic riding the trail was nearing the end and finally we landed back at the trail centre. Time for tea accompanied by a huge helping of a huge cake brought by Chip. If there’s ever a time for sneaking your own cake in to a cafe this is not the cake to do it with! With a diameter close to the size of a car wheel and a thickness that none of my knives at home would make it through this will now be my immediate vision whenever anyone mentions ‘cake’.
A cracking day out and a great start to my weeks holiday. I will definitely be revisiting at some point.
I will add links to pictures and videos as and when they are available as I didn’t take any of my own.
Monday, 24 March 2008
19 days to go...
my first Merida is nearly upon me. Builth Wells April 13th and I can't wait.
The training is going well, I'm noticing a definate increase of speed and stamina which has to be good. I am getting in a good mix of on the bike time and turbo trainer sessions (and family time of course!!). The bike itself is another matter...
I have had my eye on a Santa Cruz Superlight frame for some time now and last week I finally took the plunge and ordered one (via Stif bikes in Leeds). I never realised how weak I was at choosing colours, been a designer I thought it would have helped, but not in this case! After many a minute of deliberation I opted for the Anodized Slate, then after many more minutes of filling in details for my order and a phone call from Stif to Jungle (UK importer of Santa Cruz bikes) it was confirmed the chosen colour is out of stock....noooooooooooooooooooooo!.....3 weeks lead time at least......! I left it on order with the other bits I needed (XT front mech, Syncros seat post) and came away very unhappy at the thought I may not have my new bike built up ready for the 1st Merida.
After a restless night of 'what on earth can I do' thoughts I woke with the positive attitude of changing my order to the Anodized blue option, after all they told me they had all othere colour options other than the one i chose. I would of course have to order a new Hope headset in Black as my current headset in red would look a tad odd on a blue bike!?
So, 9.30am came around and I put a call in to Stif, "no problem sir, we can change that over for you sir", "I will just check with my colleague that we can price match your headset", can I give you a call back sir?"
The call back confirmed to me that the Anodized blue is also not in stock! Flippin hec, how hard can it be??! I mentioned to this 'new to me' sales person that they did confirm on Thursday they had every colour other than anodized slate...."can you double check?"...and so that is the call I am now waiting for tomorrow.
Anyway, I gave the Trek a quick wash down this morning to wash away last Tuesday's Pootle remnants so I didnt have to carry all that unwanted ballast, so a quick wash later and with my camelback reservoir filled I was off on a Monday morning mainly road blast. The reason for the 'mainly road' outing is because the Trek is desperatley in need of new bushes. I do hope the Superlight turns up next week so I don't have to have these replaced just now.
The ride out this morning was good, it took in the views of Ackworth, Low Ackworth, Featherstone, Heath Common, Walton, Haw Park Wood and back home - 18.2 miles, 1hr 30mins constant cycling, 12 mph avg speed. I was happy with that.
Had a good wash of the bike once home ready to swap all bits and pieces over to the Superlight next week........hopefully.....fingers crossed.....
The training is going well, I'm noticing a definate increase of speed and stamina which has to be good. I am getting in a good mix of on the bike time and turbo trainer sessions (and family time of course!!). The bike itself is another matter...
I have had my eye on a Santa Cruz Superlight frame for some time now and last week I finally took the plunge and ordered one (via Stif bikes in Leeds). I never realised how weak I was at choosing colours, been a designer I thought it would have helped, but not in this case! After many a minute of deliberation I opted for the Anodized Slate, then after many more minutes of filling in details for my order and a phone call from Stif to Jungle (UK importer of Santa Cruz bikes) it was confirmed the chosen colour is out of stock....noooooooooooooooooooooo!.....3 weeks lead time at least......! I left it on order with the other bits I needed (XT front mech, Syncros seat post) and came away very unhappy at the thought I may not have my new bike built up ready for the 1st Merida.
After a restless night of 'what on earth can I do' thoughts I woke with the positive attitude of changing my order to the Anodized blue option, after all they told me they had all othere colour options other than the one i chose. I would of course have to order a new Hope headset in Black as my current headset in red would look a tad odd on a blue bike!?
So, 9.30am came around and I put a call in to Stif, "no problem sir, we can change that over for you sir", "I will just check with my colleague that we can price match your headset", can I give you a call back sir?"
The call back confirmed to me that the Anodized blue is also not in stock! Flippin hec, how hard can it be??! I mentioned to this 'new to me' sales person that they did confirm on Thursday they had every colour other than anodized slate...."can you double check?"...and so that is the call I am now waiting for tomorrow.
Anyway, I gave the Trek a quick wash down this morning to wash away last Tuesday's Pootle remnants so I didnt have to carry all that unwanted ballast, so a quick wash later and with my camelback reservoir filled I was off on a Monday morning mainly road blast. The reason for the 'mainly road' outing is because the Trek is desperatley in need of new bushes. I do hope the Superlight turns up next week so I don't have to have these replaced just now.
The ride out this morning was good, it took in the views of Ackworth, Low Ackworth, Featherstone, Heath Common, Walton, Haw Park Wood and back home - 18.2 miles, 1hr 30mins constant cycling, 12 mph avg speed. I was happy with that.
Had a good wash of the bike once home ready to swap all bits and pieces over to the Superlight next week........hopefully.....fingers crossed.....
Sunday, 16 March 2008
4 hours of ups and downs
the Peak District, that was the chosen playground for this weekends riding. I had arranged to meet up with Pete and Tom (Bad Brains recruits) for a ready to ride start time of 8.30am at Heatherdene car park near Ladybower Reservoir. Waking to wind and a little rain was not going to curb my motivation for yet another day in the saddle. After a detoured journey through Sheffield I finally found my way back onto a road which I had some recognition of and evetually found myself at Heatherdene. The other two had hit the same problem as me in Sheffield and rolled up a little while later. Our ready to ride time shifted to just before 9.00am.
So off we set, taking a right out of the car park and heading towards the A57 and with a short section of Peak District tarmac we found ourselves heading off left on to a bridleway just next to the Ladybower Inn. This is a steep and rocky ascent which warmed the legs up in no time. The track eventually turns left and still headed skywards we were finding ourselves battling the wind more and more. Good news though...the rain had stopped.
A fairly long climb and it brings you to a superb viewpoint overlooking Ladybower Reservoir and the surrounding beauty of the Peak District. The next section contours for a bit then takes a sharp left for some downhill fun. A steep descent, albeit, through a number of annoying gates lands you right next to Ladybower. Its amazing how quick you can lose your hard earned height.
Our path (or as it happens 'our tarmac track') brought us round to Fairholmes car park just infront of the dam wall. The dam, it must be said, was looking very impressive today with the amount of water it had dropping of its top lip.
We made our way up the West side of Derwent Water and never been far away from very steep hills to climb, we decided to do just that. More or less doubling back on ourselves we took a bridleway UP through Gores Plantation with our sights set on getting to our 'summit point' from where we would take a right turn to lead us to Rowlee Farm and its grintastic downhill. Full of switchbacks and natural berms and near on ear popping descending this can only be described as awesome.
The pleasure is all too soon followed by the pain and that said we were now facing another long rocky climb. The legs were certainly getting some use today. We were now on a track which if followed further than we chose to go would bing you to Hope Cross. We took a right turn, signposted Edale, before you get to the stone cross in the middle of nowhere, a track I have done many a time and a track I love more the more I ride it. Its downhill, its long, its fast. There is an uphill section about midway down, not a rocky one this time which comes as a bit of a treat at this stage of the ride. Then more downhilling as fast as you dare (or as fast as your bike wants to go with hardly any brake pads left!!) right down to a B road near to Nether Booth.
Turning left onto the B road and following it until we got to Townhead Bridge where a left turn brought us to the start of our last major climb of the day. Another rocky climb but the legs were still turning. A switchback eventually took us even higher with the thought in mind that this must be leading to yet another fantastic downhill section, and that it did. We were finally spat out onto tarmac near a place called Aston which left us with a few miles of road work to finish with.
Back at the car, thouroughly pleased with our pace today and a mouthful of fruit gums kindly donated by Tom, I felt a very happy man. What started as a rainy and windy day turned into a dry (ish!) day with even a bit of sun. And whats more, I am feeling fast on the bike...the training is paying off...
So off we set, taking a right out of the car park and heading towards the A57 and with a short section of Peak District tarmac we found ourselves heading off left on to a bridleway just next to the Ladybower Inn. This is a steep and rocky ascent which warmed the legs up in no time. The track eventually turns left and still headed skywards we were finding ourselves battling the wind more and more. Good news though...the rain had stopped.
A fairly long climb and it brings you to a superb viewpoint overlooking Ladybower Reservoir and the surrounding beauty of the Peak District. The next section contours for a bit then takes a sharp left for some downhill fun. A steep descent, albeit, through a number of annoying gates lands you right next to Ladybower. Its amazing how quick you can lose your hard earned height.
Our path (or as it happens 'our tarmac track') brought us round to Fairholmes car park just infront of the dam wall. The dam, it must be said, was looking very impressive today with the amount of water it had dropping of its top lip.
We made our way up the West side of Derwent Water and never been far away from very steep hills to climb, we decided to do just that. More or less doubling back on ourselves we took a bridleway UP through Gores Plantation with our sights set on getting to our 'summit point' from where we would take a right turn to lead us to Rowlee Farm and its grintastic downhill. Full of switchbacks and natural berms and near on ear popping descending this can only be described as awesome.
The pleasure is all too soon followed by the pain and that said we were now facing another long rocky climb. The legs were certainly getting some use today. We were now on a track which if followed further than we chose to go would bing you to Hope Cross. We took a right turn, signposted Edale, before you get to the stone cross in the middle of nowhere, a track I have done many a time and a track I love more the more I ride it. Its downhill, its long, its fast. There is an uphill section about midway down, not a rocky one this time which comes as a bit of a treat at this stage of the ride. Then more downhilling as fast as you dare (or as fast as your bike wants to go with hardly any brake pads left!!) right down to a B road near to Nether Booth.
Turning left onto the B road and following it until we got to Townhead Bridge where a left turn brought us to the start of our last major climb of the day. Another rocky climb but the legs were still turning. A switchback eventually took us even higher with the thought in mind that this must be leading to yet another fantastic downhill section, and that it did. We were finally spat out onto tarmac near a place called Aston which left us with a few miles of road work to finish with.
Back at the car, thouroughly pleased with our pace today and a mouthful of fruit gums kindly donated by Tom, I felt a very happy man. What started as a rainy and windy day turned into a dry (ish!) day with even a bit of sun. And whats more, I am feeling fast on the bike...the training is paying off...
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
'back' with a vengeance
Another great ride last night with Bad Brains pootle crew (res raid, morley). The wind was high and the tracks were dry (ish) and overall I am feeling a good sense of fitness on my bike.
It looks like we have teams sorted for mountain mayhem this year and I have managed to talk myself into taking part in some of the merida marathons, first one in April. So…training is now a must…but…
…just been to an Osteopath today. Bloody hell…what an experience, for those who have had the ‘pleasure’ you will know what I mean when I say it doesn’t feel natural what those guy’s do to you! I have had a back problem for a while now and typically whilst sitting in the waiting room for Dr. TearYourBackInTwo the problem seemed to miraculously disappear! Anyway, a ½ hour consultation and wrestle has subsequently ‘popped’ something back to where it should be and landed me with a week off the bike. ‘A week off the bike’…nightmare, that’s like locking up Jimmy Savilles track suit and cigar wardrobe and keeping the key for a week.
So, onto wiggle and I now have a turbo trainer on its way to me. I have had the idea of purchasing one for a while and this has just helped me get my arse into gear to get one. So give it a day or so and my garden shed will not have seen so much sweaty, leg spinning, lycra action. I will report on the turbo trainer of choice once I have it and it is set up in front of the TV.
As for now, 3 days holiday off work, which I am going to use to do a lot of nothing other than trying to stop my back from going back to where it should not be. Hope the turbo trainer turns up quickly…
It looks like we have teams sorted for mountain mayhem this year and I have managed to talk myself into taking part in some of the merida marathons, first one in April. So…training is now a must…but…
…just been to an Osteopath today. Bloody hell…what an experience, for those who have had the ‘pleasure’ you will know what I mean when I say it doesn’t feel natural what those guy’s do to you! I have had a back problem for a while now and typically whilst sitting in the waiting room for Dr. TearYourBackInTwo the problem seemed to miraculously disappear! Anyway, a ½ hour consultation and wrestle has subsequently ‘popped’ something back to where it should be and landed me with a week off the bike. ‘A week off the bike’…nightmare, that’s like locking up Jimmy Savilles track suit and cigar wardrobe and keeping the key for a week.
So, onto wiggle and I now have a turbo trainer on its way to me. I have had the idea of purchasing one for a while and this has just helped me get my arse into gear to get one. So give it a day or so and my garden shed will not have seen so much sweaty, leg spinning, lycra action. I will report on the turbo trainer of choice once I have it and it is set up in front of the TV.
As for now, 3 days holiday off work, which I am going to use to do a lot of nothing other than trying to stop my back from going back to where it should not be. Hope the turbo trainer turns up quickly…
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