Having dozed off on the sofa yesterday afternoon, for what turned out to be a full scale two hour "nanna nap" and then sleeping for 10 hours last night, I decided it was time to get active. So I got out my new bike and went for a bike tour of the village with Anni.
I had forgotten the joys of cycling, looking at the spring flowers and listening to birdsong, enjoying the tranquility of the pool (above.) The only thing was, I'd hardly got into the lanes before my muscles started to hurt. A couple in full cycling gear stopped and suggested that I was finding it difficult because my saddle was too low. Out came the pack of alan keys (why on earth are they called alan keys?) and hey presto I was on my way, much more comfortably. If only he'd been there to advise me after I'd taken off my cycling helmet at the pool and put it back on again. I didn't realise I'd put it back on back to front:
I did wonder why it was uncomfortable all of a sudden and why a passing cyclist looked at me with such amusement. You would have thought my darling daughter might have noticed! Hats off (no pun intended) to Barthez, who feels no such guilt about his inactivity. The nearest he was getting to moving was sprawling out across the bonnet of Peter's car.
1 comment:
Love the helmet, and Winterley looks very lovely.
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