What's more incredible about Bashful, is that this happened at 11pm as well! I genuinely got up and looked outside because I thought someone was at it in the street. It wouldn't surprise me. Still, I'd high five him for the effort though; she's either well trained in faking/exaggerating, or, quite frankly, he's a stallion! I know which makes for a better story. So to Bashful the Stallion, keep it up ;) but keep it down... Cheers.
Bristol Harbourside M-Shed. Image Courtesy of: "heatheronhertravels" "Soggy Arse, Road Rash and 3 hours of Hell itself" It's a novelty for me to have so much excitement in one day, and all this before lunch! Hmm Bacon. With the drizzle still hanging over Brizzle it was decision time. I'd planned to go on a run with Kate but having already been backhanded by the rain today I was less than enthusiastic to take my chances again. Fearless as she is, Kate was all up for a run, so off we headed for a lovely romp around Ashton Court over to Abbots Pond and finally climbing back up through Leigh Woods. The most off-road running I've done in a while! The downside being that it was very muddy and wet, resulting in us both looking like mud-specked, drowned rats. Nothing says 'f##k you revision' like a half marathon in the pouring rain. Very rewarding. A strange sight greeted me in the bathroom -> | After the usual panic cramming I set off in the pissing rain, not really sure where I was going :/ I ended up passing the M-Shed where there are loads of sunken tram/train lines... BASTARDS! Seconds after I'd been thinking how treacherous the cycle path was with the tram lines in the wet, I was sprawled across the floor with my bike 5m further on. Not Cool! Felt like a total wazzock. Very, very embarrassing. Several kind folks checked I was ok; apart from my dignity, nothing was broken. After tootling off rather sheepishly and feeling particularly sorry myself now covered in oil/mud and thoroughly soaked, I eventually found the Football ground (obvious location for a University exam). Sitting through 3 hours of hell with a soggy arse and tender road rash could've been worse... but not much. Banana in the Bathroom...? |
I'm taking this on as a mini punishment for not being proactive and getting an internship this year. I'd much prefer to train for the next 3 months than be stuck at a desk anyway. A Half Ironman is a much bigger life experience surely?