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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

Friday 25 June 2010

What did you do for lunch today?

Did you know it’s Bike Week this week? I only found out yesterday during a chance conversation in the changing room, and that one of the guys here had organised a ride out today to ‘celebrate’. 4 of us duly turned out, including Chairman Ed of RAF Cycling! It was promoted as a 14.5 mile ride at a reasonable pace. It quickly became apparent that one of the riders was struggling to ride at the pace of the other 3 so we kept a lid on the pace, although I did launch one attack up the only hill on the route and managed to stay within a few metres of Ed at the top. At the end of the first lap 2 of the guys peeled off and Ed and I launched into a 2nd lap. This was more like it! Although it was windy (the usual perpetual headwind, regardless of what direction you’re travelling in) we maintained a reasonable pace. Coming back along the seafront I kept it 25mph despite the wind and was ‘surprised’ when Ed came passed me at about 27mph. I grabbed his wheel and he ramped it up to 30mph. A little further on, a set of traffic lights and a roundabout later and we entered the last half mile at about 25mph. I eased past and took it up to 30mph working on the assumption that if he could overtake me then ‘Good Luck’. He didn’t and I felt good, but when I looked back he was sat up, smiling, spinning easily! So, 80 minutes and about 29 miles completed with the 2nd lap about 6 minutes faster than the 1st!

Now that’s how lunchtimes should be!

1 comment:

Mark "Frank" Whittle said...

My lunch times aren't like that! I'm in the wrong job!