I wanted to write something snappy and witty but instead opted for the drudgery of mediocre boredom – shit, did I just say that ? Well, one more week in the South of France and then we depart for Mallorca. Not a moment too soon if you ask me, 6 months in France is enough for anyone. John Thaw may have managed a ‘Year in Provence’ but he was a highly paid TV actor. The reality is it is all too fashionably anal for me.
Last weekend I managed to disappoint myself. A parkrun with the aim of setting a new PB but missing it by 10 seconds. That is harsh, I can remember a couple of occasions when my concentration slipped. When that happens, you slow down. I reckon I would have had it if I kept my concentration – maybe next time?
Also gave the mountain bike some love this last week. Overdue some head bearings, pedal bearings, bottom bracket, front brake pads and new handlebar grips – they were all pretty worn out. I also fitted a damn fine second-hand back tyre that I sponged off of The Yates who was upgrading so I am on a flying machine again. I am going to try to squeeze a 44T on the front again though – that 42 just doesn’t unleash my legs.
3 months until the Great North 10k – and I am fully intending to set a new record there. For those of you with Runkeeper, you will be able to track me again in real-time as I race against those Gurkhas one more time. My last run, I managed to catch and pass two of them even though they had a 3 minute head start – I was impressed with that even if you weren’t.
But for now I have nothing more to say.
Gunk my old friend – we will meet again.