It’s been ten months since I wrote my last post!
After Vätternrundan and my last post, I planned to take some time to decide what to write about next; but I didn’t intend to take quite this long. The weekend after Vätternrundan I thought I had found my new topic; cycling in pregnancy!
Yes, it turns out that I was cycling for two during those 200 miles.
However, cycling whilst pregnant is just too scary. There’s the ‘not getting too hot’, the ‘not raising your heart rate too high’ and then there’s the crazy drivers, the pot-holes and the cleats. All-in-all, I was too scared to ride.
We took our annual trip to France to see Le Tour, and I did some short rides and even climbed some hills but generally I left the cycling to the boys whilst I read books and chilled out.
My bike hasn’t been out since then.
I did some short turbo sessions – fairly pathetic efforts really. But time was also against us – our house renovation was taking longer than planned. So exercise time was limited.
We are now in our house (no it isn’t finished – I’m told that they never are) and we have our little boy. So, the next challenge is starting all over again and fitting it in!
We’ve only got an outside toilet at our new house now.
Gloves, hat and torch are required! The youth of today believe a smart phone is necessary for entertainment whilst on the loo – nope – not when you’ve only got a privy. Too cold for that nonsense. Entertainment comes in the form of keeping an eye out for spiders, mice etc. instead.
Here’s a gallery of the latest demolition works.
Despite all of this work, I have managed to get on my bike two small times for some exploring. We have a massive hill, 0.75miles away from our house. When I looked at the gradient stats it got up to 14%. It’s just under a mile long and at the top we have a great view of our house and garden. There’s so much more to explore, and lots and lots of ruralness 🙂
I might escape out on my bike tomorrow, whilst the boys work. I tried today but ended up going to the tip and then later on brushing up the dust. A lucky escape from what would have been a very wet ride.
Off to sleep in the outhouse now.
We completed on our house on Friday, and have since completely wrecked it and ourselves! Today is the first day in a few months where I have felt complete and utter -fall asleep in meetings – exhaustion. And I haven’t even done any training.
Arriving after 9pm in a loud van, trying to reverse into a tight space…ooops sorry new neighbours!
Finally, I packed the essentials:
BUT, who’s bitthday is it?! Well, according to Facebook, its a year since I collected my Ribble; talking of which…it’s about time it comes down from the winch.