So, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday didn't happen (well technically they happened, but i didn't get any riding in, so it doesn't count) which meant attention turned to Thursday.
The plan was to hop on the bike, up to Noosa for the bunch ride, then a couple of hill repeats before going back to Coolum.
How delightfully appropriate that Googling "failed plan" came up with a picture of a cat. Don't get me wrong i love our new cats dearly (or at least one of them) but Christ they are taking up a lot of time. I've grown up having as many as 10 cats in the house at any one time but all of them spent their time doing bugger all and not requiring any input from me.
So i feed the things, and give them milk and take care of the leavings (which are delightful, but at least they're not full of bloody beetles anymore) and after that there is no time left. Literally all the time is gone, none anywhere to be bloody seen.
No riding up to Noosa then, into the car instead, and because Mango is so incomparably talented at producing vast quantities of shit i was STILL 15 minutes late. It became obvious very soon that i wasn't going to be chasing the bunch down with that kind of lead and so i just rode north until i spotted a decent sized bunch coming the other way, swung around and hopped on the back. That was quite enjoyable though and i stuck with them until we reached Tewantin, whereupon i turned around and headed for a segment i've been meaning to have a look at. A mate of mine who goes by the name of Lewis the not-triathlete (although he is doing a triathlon this year so perhaps he should be Lewis the triathlete formerly knowns as the not-triathlete) holds the KOM for said segment so i had no delusions of taking it that day, but it needed a good looking at.
It felt a good million miles longer than i expected (and a hell of a lot hillier) but i pushed at it as best i could and managed 2nd (more than 2 minutes behind Lewis the not-triathlete but whatever).
46.6kms all told, which is better than nothing, and a lot better than just spending my whole day shovelling kitten shit.
No riding since then, but tomorrow morning i'll be up at sparrow fart to ride with a mate from Gympie to Kenilworth and back. There's no question of being late this time, as i am going to stay at my parent's farm at Kin Kin, where there are no projectile shitting kittens to interrupt my preparations. Should be around 200kms all up too which will be a jolly nice workout.