So Monday. After a nap in the morning it was off to the farm to clear some fence lines, which had me back in bed fairly late.
That meant riding before work on Tuesday was out, but for once i remembered to charge my lights and away i went in the afternoon. The plan had been to have a good crack at the segment for 5 repeats of Gyndier, but the problem with that was that i felt good on the first cimb, too good. Before i was even halfway up i had decided the time as right to try and consolidate my KOM for the single repeat segment, held by a meagre 4 seconds.
I was surprised to come in at 6:20 for the climb as my pb is 5:48 and i was really hooking into it, but i nailed the turn and then went way into the red to average 48kmh for the downhill. The end result? EXACTLY the same time as my KOM. GOD DAMMIT!
The next climb took me 9:17, which is a pretty good indication of just how hard i went on the first run. After one more run i was pretty well knackered so called it a night.
The next day it was onto the MTB for some recovery. Most of the trails at Tinbeerwah have more rocks than the Gold Coast Titans, and more roots than a porn star but there is one that goes by the name of Indy (or Tadpole, or Numbat or some PC bollocks on the "official" maps) which has lines through all the filth and i've been getting quite confident on it.
So i went at it like a 3yr old on Red Bull, with the poor old ATX sounding like it was about to explode into a cloud of aluminium confetti. I came pretty close to death a couple of times and reached the bottom satisfied that i had just put in the closest thing to a Danny Hart run i'm likely to get. So i was a little disappointed to be sitting 147th on Strava, but far worse was to come in 1 second behind my brother. Oh the shame...
But no time for moping about, Thursday morning i was scheduled to go hunting for Mrs Arsehole and her mate Homo Hopeless in their Ford Territory. Unfortunately my dear darling light of my life had decided to rearrange the house and i couldn't find a f%*#ing thing, so i was 20 minutes late for the bunch. And predictably, having charged up and fitted the video cameras, Dumb and Dumber didn't appear.
At any rate, after not catching the bunch i popped back into town, then over to Gyndier for one run before heading home. I certainly would have liked to get some more kms in, but finishing early meant we had time to GET RID OF THE BLOODY GUINEA PIG!! Yes at long, loong last the useless bottomless pit is no longer stinking up the spare room, and is a weight around someone else's neck. After that glorious event it was just off to the farm for some more buggering around with fences.
More to follow, but again i've run out of time. Someone should do something about that.