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'It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.' Theodore Roosevelt 23 April 1910

Sunday 22 February 2009

Lazy Sundays...

Breakfast in bed.

Coffee and Hob Nobs!

Yum yum!

Sags was out doing a hard 60+ miles with the St Ives Cycling Club; I could have gone with them but the draw of a warm bed and the aformentioned coffee and hob nobs was too much to resist. Mary prepared a Banoffee Pie for the boys last lunch and then I took them back to school this afternoon.

Tomorrow I head off down to Gosport to start my new job. But, more importantly, my preparation for the 2009 season starts tomorrow, with the plan to be at racing weight (or at least very close to it) and at least bike fit for a fast 20km TT at the IS duathlon towards the end of April. Not sur ehow my running will be but if I can get my weight down I don't think it will be too shabby (by my own low standards that is).

The mojo is rising; beware.
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