Six Weeks To Go
Oh, boy. Six weeks is no time at all. I remember when I was at school
and the summer holidays were six weeks long and they went in the blink of an eye. Now I’m
significantly older and time hurtles past me without me even knowing how. It’ll soon be
Christmas, never mind May 21st.
TRAINING. TRAINING. TRAINING. These must be our 3 priorities from now on. The route is
planned and the accommodation is booked and the bikes are not far off ready, but are we?
In short, no. Or yes. Or maybe, depending which one of us you’re talking to.
Gav was born ready, and his marathon history and Scottish tenacity mean that he could do it
tomorrow, just to prove a point.
‘Piston-Legs’ Pete could power up the toughest hill and then charge down the other side
faster than anyone else.
Sid has absorbed the benefit of all Lance Armstrong’s experience, through the power of
reading.
And Jim. After riding with Jim I know he’s a dark horse (like Black Beauty was.) He could
fly past us all if he wanted to at any time. He just toys with us in a cruel game of cat
and mouse.
Then there’s Ged. The oldest of the group (but not by much.) Will his extra year’s experience
assist him? Will he (like Yoda) be strong with the force due to his advanced years?
Only time will tell how we will all fare, but I know one thing, we all need to put training
ahead of everything else in our lives. Right after we’ve watched the match and downed a few
pints tonight.