So what do you do when you’re supposed to go training for your forthcoming triathlon, but you can barely speak without slurring and walk in a straight line?
No, I hadn’t been at the Chimay again. The weekend really took its toll. Evelyn raced on Friday evening at the excellent Maindy Flyers MTB race series (coming a close 2nd). I was at the school on Saturday morning at 7.30am to set up for the cross racing and we finished at 6.45pm (with a Taekwondo grading sandwiched in between). Sunday I rode like a loony, inspired by two days of watching other people do the same. In short, I was shattered and in need of some downtime.
So what do you do?
Relax. Give in. Kick back. Always try to recognise when you’re doing too much for over-training lies at the end of that sorry road (says he sanctimoniously and usually incapable of seeing it). I went for an easy pootle instead, moseying on my commuter toward the centre of the city. I Found a new coffee house. Read my book. Observed a bike with a great big box on the front and a manhole cover bathed in dappled sunlight beneath the canopy of a tree. If life is spent permanently in a blistering rush, you will fail to notice the beauty in everyday details.
The coffee house in question is on Greyfriars Road. Friendly staff, comfortable surroundings, good coffee – recommended. The book is ‘Darwin’s Ghosts’ by Rebecca Stott.