the truth hurts

Not everything is going to plan, but we are not along way away from what was planned, food in take (the right sort of food) at the moment is erratic. It is OK one day and blown out the water the next. But I know what I should be eating and I am not, why??

Yesterday (Saturday) was supposed to be a starting point for me, my birthday had come and gone, I know what I should be eating and I had a ride with my son booked. Cue gale forces winds and heavy rain so I gave that up as a bad idea at 6:30am when I got up. I could see no reason to end up looking like a windswept drowned rat for riding around some fire roads in the New Forest. If I had driven loads of miles for a days riding around one of the trail centres then I would of ridden as I had a reason to, but not the New Forest. So excuse’s made to my son and the promise of a ride on Sunday it was off to do some shopping, just the bits we forgot or could not get on Friday night.

Sunday dawned bleak and over cast but by the time everybody was out of bed, blue sky and the sun were out in force and it was not as cold as they had promised ( I will eat those words later). I had wanted to go to Hurn Forest but my sun wanted to go to Moors Valley, so he won. Unfortunately my normal parking spot was full so I headed for the car park on the other side of the road a bit further down. It was not as flooded as it was last time we parked there which I thought was a good omen so I decided to ride this side of Moors Valley again, Bad Idea no. 1 I opted to ride up the hill at the start, Bad Idea no 2, before I had even got a third of the way up the hill I was a gasping wreck, this did not bode well. The plan was to do a bit more exploring of tracks I did not know where they went, well the first two ended up as dead ends so I opted to go the normal way. Two of the son Christmas presents had been a mud guard set for his bike and a pair of Seal Skin Socks so I knew we would have to find a bit of mud to give them a test, Bad Idea no 3. There is a wide 100mtr long straight stretch of dirt path which at this time of year is mud bath, well my son got to try out his water proof socks when he became stuck in the middle of a large puddle and had to put his foot down which came over the top of his trainers. When we got to the end he mentioned that the rear of his trousers were not as wet as normal so the mudguard was doing it jobs. I found an old trail I had ridden before but obviously not in the muddy winter, lets just say that I had to peddle down hill!

Soon my son was complaining of leg ache and to be honest my lack of fitness was really showing so I was not adverse to heading back to the car park, especially as I was getting sore……….as a friend of mine would put it, near my toy box, it was dam painful. We still had plenty of mud to negotiate so pain was now my companion as well as being an unfit gasping wreck.

We made it back to the car park, I packed the bikes away in silence, a combination exhaustion by lack of fitness and mud and frustration at my inability to pull my finger out and get my weight problem sorted.  One decision I have taken is when I am going back to slimming world, February 5th. I really need to get my weight sorted, I really need to get my fitness sorted, unfortunately evening rides during the week are not currently an option due to work commitments. I am currently working now (17:40 Jan 13th) doing remote upgrades which need to be done out of work hours and are  6 hours drive away from me.

Finally one of my favourites songs (the whole album is good); Elbow, One Day Like this


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