Three day's rest while we partied in Liverpool. Back today to spin. Tony wasn't there so Abi took the class. One thing I like about Tony's class is that its Bike focused rather than fitness. Today's class was more about fitness, so although my biceps and triceps hurt by the time I'd finished I didn't feel like I'd had a great workout; when I got home from work, Beth had taken the kids to the pictures, so I went out and did 37k.
The weather was fabulous although windy, and I raced a pigeon that I startled on a lane. One of those deep English lanes with high bank and hedges, so it was kind of trapped, but I kept pace with it.
At the weekend I expounded my theory about the stupidity of bees which fly straight into your face. Do they not see cyclists? What do they do in a wood, just bounce off all the trees because they're too daft to fly around them? Anyway, Mark's counter theory was that they're not stupid, but very brave. Really they're playing chicken. And never give in!
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Like I keep saying, why don't you ride around the bee? Or just move your head even? Why should the bee be the one to get out of the way - are you beeist?
Anyway, leave bee's alone.I will not bee having any of this beebashing.
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