Wisdom and song

A day best described as amusing. Enjoyed my drive in this morning at just under 63mph to stop the wind noise in my overpowered 1.whatever eco 10 plate punto. Journey took a bit longer but I was on the phone for most of it so only really was on my own for the last 4miles in 45 minutes. I did sit there wondering when junc 12 of the M4 will actually be finished or is their a slightly sadistic traffic planner thinking of as many different combinations of cones as they possible can and then just for an added twist takes away any signs that might give advanced warning that the layout is different to the last time you came through here 45 minutes ago. The speed at which they must move is frightening as I have never seen them.

Today was amusing because I made a decision not to take myself too seriously and just enjoy the day. I had some fantastic conversations which have resulted in me having to now make a decision between Felt, Focus and Specialised. We were meeting about training but got a little distracted after a comment to me about looking as though I had lost at least two dress sizes since I had last seen them. We then spent 75% of the meeting talking about aluminium, carbon, plasma, gear ratios, wheels, frame sizes, tyres and tyre sizes. If you do ever read this you know who you are and thank you. I am taking my new found knowledege shopping tomorrow.

I went out for a stroll at lunch to exchange some rather fetching running tights...well I thought they were ok but according to ones training partner was advised that even doing the hoovering in the dark (they were reflective) at home on my own would constitute a crime so please take them back and exchange them for something more flattering... so I have.

I was sent some words of wisdom tonight from a fellow adventurer who has crossed the continent of africa a number of times and left loved ones at home for months. I am going to do my best to abide by some very simple but needed to be reminded of rules in fairness.


Charlie - asleep and proud



I had a great monologue on my way back tonight to a long time friend and coach from Texas. We are going to speak again over the weekend as I did my usual talk at, which we agreed was ok. She told me that it was great to hear my voice full of song. I have reflected on that tonight whilst watching Karl in the opening of The Idiot Abroad. I have not watched tv for a while. Fortunately I had Charlie for company although volume went up as he snored.

My reflections on song reminded me that I have not really finished my cave story. The thing is with storing things in caves is that very occasionally, and in my life only once, someone comes along that has a look, wires it up with dynamite and blows the thing to smithereens (always wanted to write that word). When the dust settles, you approach cautiously and nothing is quite where it was. It is familiar yet unfamiliar. You need to pick up some pieces and dust them off and look to see if you can find a new place to put them. You also find that some of the things you thought were worth storing weren't and that there are now new places that have emerged to store things that have not happened yet. That has happened to me, it is refreshing as I am now viewing things differently. It is not a temporary thing either, it is truly built to last.