Almost too much fun

After having two Sundays (one involving a long run, the other a trip to the pub and a short walk), Monday was a day off. In other words, I went to work. Spending the day in a glycogen-deficient haze was quite nice but not very productive, so I celebrated by staying up too late and consequently woke up Quite Tired this morning.

By mid-afternoon I was in such a state of post-lunch langour that I was happy to try out Jeanette's suggestion of having a nap underneath the desk. Approximately 10 seconds later, Amy was prodding me with her toecap, asking me to sign off some letters, proving that you are always dispensible until you're not there. I briefly considered the couch in the First Aid room, but reluctantly made my 5th cup of extra-strong coffee and swallowed two fingers of a Twirl Bar almost whole.

All of which turned out to be ideal preparation for a really lovely (ie. really nasty) interval session tonight. For the statistically inclined, this was a 4X500m(60)4X1000m(60)4X500m(60) session on damp lumpy and often uphill grass around Knight's Grange. A strong headwind on the mostly uphill and almost consistently lumpy first 500m only added to the fun (ie. pain). Luckily Tony and Helen were having just as much fun as I was so we all enjoyed it together.

Often, the very worst part of a hard session is the short, vicious hill right at the end. At the end of my bike ride home that is, uphill to the Morrison's roundabout in Winsford. Well-travelled people with taste will not know this hill but Winsfordians desperate for not-quite-rotten veg on a Sunday might well understand what I mean. The odd thing is, I had so much fun tonight that I can't even remember riding up it, even though I know I did, because if there's one thing worse than riding a bike up thats slope, it's pushing a bike up it.

Tomorrow is a sad day, as it's a day off, but it's important to remember that there's only so much fun any one person can stand in a week, and after Sunday and today, I think I've had my share!