NO LOVE HANDLES ALLOWED!

'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

Monday, 13 September 2010

Southern Sportive (Petersfield)

Slept in. Late. Windy. Sunny. Met ride buddies old and new. Hills. Lost contact lens on fast descent. Found contact lens inside sunglasses at first feed station. More hills. Big, steep hills. Flapjack, the food of Gods. Over 70kmh down Goodwood Hill. Ride buddy punctures on fast descent. Sorry mate, can't stop! Manic last few kms. Finish line. 5 hours 34 minutes. Gold. Very happy.

So, my last big ride before Challenge Barcelona has been completed and I feel I'm in better shape than last year. 3 weeks of maintenance and taper now before the big day. I'm really looking forward to it.

2 comments:

Cavegirl said...

Flapjack is not the food of Grok!

Turbo Man said...

I never said it was :-)