There's a lovely true gentleman called Unnnngggghhhh**, who has just started organising free cycling time trials on Tuesday nights.
Hmmmmm.... Gentleman = no insults. Free = no money. Cold March evening = lots of clothes.
But, really, what to do?
Oh. alright then.
I had successfully avoided previous time trials by either;
a) forgetting about them (first week),
b) forgetting my bike (second week),
c) forgetting my helmet (third week), or
d) forgetting to take any proper carbs beforehand (last week).
This week however, I didn't forget any of those so I had no excuse.
However I wouldn't be me if I didn't forget something. Bike? Check. Helmet? Check. Carbs? Check. Clothes? Check. Change of clothes? Ooops.
So I completed my first ever time trial in a mini skirt and high heels.
In other news....
I am now an auntie! And a soon-to-be-granny! The first one I was expecting (well, more like my sister-in-law - she did all of the expecting). The second one came as a bit of a shock. But it's official - Scratchy has gotten herself all up duff, the little slut. Yay! Kittens!
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| Scratchy, the slut. |
** It's one of those funny Irish names that is never pronounced how you spell it. The closest I can get to describing it is a sort of "Unnnngggghhhh". Which is handy as it was pretty much all I could say at the end of the time trial.
