So i've had a rough couple of weeks-had a chest infection; got mowed down by some insane albanian; a fairly big personal problem; and some other stuff. I haven't trained properly in two weeks because of all of this.

How and ever, tonight i went out for a brick. I just put a nice set of 1.25's on my mtb, so i wanted to test them out. I'm pretty happy-they're nice and fast. I was cycling along, and i was in a weird mood, thinking as i do when i go for a long cyle and at the end of my out run, i see this big billboard for nike or adidas or someone and it's says something like "funny how no one sees a race being won" and it's some guy out training on his own along the beach. And i thought to myself "that's right, it's the training that's the hard part". I was cycling along the coast, and the sign made me feel a whole lot better. So i perked up a bit.

So now i'm cycling along, and i come to a crossroads, i can either go back the way i came, or slap an extra 10k or so on my ride-the longest i'll have done so far. I chose the latter. so right then, as i did, a big family pull out on bikes onto the cycle path right in front of me. no problem a quick swerve, no where near anyone and i'm just past them when this moron on an ocr3 pulls out right in front of me and i dodge him by a hair. As i'm going past him i called him an "eegit" (that's an irish term for idiot/moron/watch where you're going kinda thing) next thing i know this guy's threatening to "wrap his bike around me"! He pulled me to the side of the track got off his bike and started threatening me and all this kinda crap. No problem says I, i'm in better form now after my billboard and a listen to the eye of the tiger, so i conceeded, apologised, and left him eating my dust.

So i'm quite content, the scenary along the coast is nice enough, the bike's running well, i'm feeling good, all is nice and dandy. then i run out of water in my water bottle, so no problem, i'll just do without, and head for home. so i'm about 4 miles from home, and it happens: my fancy new tyre bulges and bursts. great. a couple walked by me as it did and all i could do was laugh because i had no mobile with me, and no repair kit (it couldn't have been fixed anyways). i was gonna go into the police station where it happened and use their phone, but i said to hell with it, i've had a most pleasant evening. I really was, so i walked home.

So i get home, fill my bottle up and out i go to the park. I said hi to my training pitch as i always do (it's a little ritual i started years ago, sad i know, but hey, it works for me) quick stretch and off i went - my aim was 5k. no problemo.

so i was about 2k in and i picked up the pace. absolutely lashed the last 3k out of it and came in with buckets of sweat coming off me, feeling great. I worked through a lot of my problems in my head, did the best workout i've done in a while, and overall felt brilliant.

then it happened:i went to make my super complex protein enriched tuna and sweetcorn sandwich and someone ate my stupid last tin of tuna. my cheap, tesco tuna, which i had been looking forward to during my entire workout. GODDAMMIT!:mad:

it sucks, but do ya know what? i love it! still feeling on top of the world. God i love the training for this. it clears your mind so much. and that billboard was inspirational-i'm gonna go past it everytime i train until they take it down.

end of rant.