I am just coming back from a 12 month Bkool leave of abscence, and a niggling knee injury, and if I'm honest, after my first turbo session reintroduction, I am quite sure, that had it fitted in my recycling bin, it would have been out on the road, covered in a light dusting of snow, awaiting collection from the Council.
But regrettably, with a slightly maniacal giggle and a few snorts of drowsy contempt, I hit <RETURN> the other night, twice, and entered not only Velethon Wales, but also the Long Weekend in Tenby.
Now, sober, and slightly more alert, I have kicked myself in the pants, and will force myself into the training regime required to complete both these.
But I can see it is going to take time to reachieve where I,was when I left off. Who'd have thought Ben and Jerry's ice cream and Coors could be so destructive? It said 'Light' on the bottle, and I incorrectly assumed I was as good as fasting.
But it's good to be back, and I look forward to boring you all with my nonsensical whitterings, and complete lack of useful advice. My perfectly crafted training regime, which I have moulded over the last few decades consists of just getting on the turbo as often as my body will permit, and going balls out every time, until I either require hospitalisation or at least help to get me upstairs and into bed.....it worked before, so I hope it works again.