Oh what a beautiful morning,
but still very cold. Never the less, after a quite hard turbo session this
morning and the usual business office work for a while, Steve set about
cleaning my best racing bike. That would be Alice, who I still think of as new
but she is already nearly two years old. I have just checked on a few photos
and I definitely rode Alice at the World
Championships in Chicago
in the summer of 2015 though at the Edmonton Worlds in 2014 I was still riding
Julie who was then demoted to a training bike. This morning Steve has polished Alice up and charged up
the electronic gear changing system. So should a sudden burst of spring come
along unexpectedly I am all set to go.
My very old bike Paula
The bike I do turbo training on is permanently
set up upstairs, in what we refer to as The Turbo Room. Actually it was once our
bedroom. We have had a lot of moves in recent years but it’s pretty settled
now. Julie is locked up in a shed that is locked up in the totally enclosed
little back garden. Keeping Julie company in the shed (not the quality of
company that she was used to) is a communal fairly old mountain bike.
Both of our best racing
bikes live indoors in our bedroom showing just how highly we value our best
babes. Our bikes are very close to our hearts. Even when we have company the
bikes stay where they are. This may be seen as a sign of madness by non-
triathletes but everybody else in our circle will understand.
Riding Alice in the World Championships in Chicago 2015
We think that people who go
out and drink alcohol each and every weekend and any other time they can afford
to, are a little loose in the head but there you go, it is a personal choice. Most
nights we go to bed early and get up early to train and that is a big part of
our lives but we do go out and enjoy ourselves but our idea of enjoying an
evening out, is time spent at the movies or a theatre or dinner with friends.
Going out with the intention of getting totally smashed is not an idea we
understand at all. There was a line in
an old Dusty Springfield song 'Spend your days instead of counting the years'. We
certainly spent our days and because there is no heavy drinking involved we can
remember every moment of our fun times and that is how we like to live our
lives.
The day I spent sneezing and
sniffling yesterday ended when I fell asleep having spent the entire evening with a
bunch of hankies sprinkled with Olbas oil up to my nose. I eventually stopped
the violent sneezing but today my upper back was aching from one side to the
other. Thank heavens that the brain blasting sneezing has ended. Nightmare.
Here is an old shot of Steve and I outside our business premises, Stephen Belt Antiques and Shipping with me there holding on to Julie and Steve has charge of Paula.
Poor old bikes get to do a lot of service to their loving owners.
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