Wisely, and slow. They stumble that cycle fast.

Its Sunday, and all rowing and coxing has been forsaken for a bike ride.

A motley crew of cyclists meet at the rowing club, five girls (Me, Ella, Annabell, Charlotte and Anna, who is late as normal even thou she lives closest) plus Captain America, who is a boy, so he can’t join in, but he does escort us to the ride, demonstrating all the proper cycling signals en-route, but it’s quite hard to focus on these important facts when he’s dressed as a cycling superhero.

Charlotte takes great pride in beating us the start, it becomes quite clear quite early on ( i.e. before we even start) that we are not really the target auidence for this ride, which is aimed at beginners

The guide was very keen to help but insistent she needed to be in front the whole time and so the pace was a little slower than we are used to

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Here we are cycling past the rowing lake, we are all following the leader, as NO overtaking was allowed

Plus lots of stopping for comfort breaks, going through brakes, discussing routes, crossing roads…

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We never did over taken the jogger on the left, poor chap

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I tried to take a few pictures en-route, until I nearly crashed into Ella…

We made up a few games to keep it interesting… slow games, under ten miles per hour games

Lowest gear racing was quite good fun, as was Flintstones racing, think how Fred and Barney power their cars…

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Despite it being a little on the slow side we had fun, it was quite of like a long chat on wheels, oh the random topics we discussed…

There are already plans afoot for more rides

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Ella put some slap on “in case I took pictures for my blog” looking sexy Ella 😉

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But not quite as sexy as me, with my central hair curl!?

The real reason we all went was Ella’s flapjack

MMMMMHHHH Flapjack, Ella’s a great cook

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And of course some tea was in order

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Looks like Charlotte’s already coming up with a cunning plan for more cycling madness, Yikes!

Or perhaps that’s just her flapjack face…

But why is the rum gone?

Picture this

My alarm goes off

Bleep, Bleep, Bleep, Bleep…

Getting up is going to require commitment, so lets go in strong, rah, yeh! lets do this…

I swing my leg out of bed, biff! toes hits wardrobe, Hard

Ouch! Thump, I have now fallen out of bed, clutching my toe

The husband sits up, looks at me waling on the floor and says, “I’ll go switch the alarm off”

My poor toe is bloody and hurts a lot, walking is near impossible so rowing is out, oh bugger this is going to make me look soooo bad, soooo lightweight.

After some time the toe stops bleeding and I start to limp around. I both brake and fix myself I lot, so I don’t normally need a doctor to tell me if somethings broken, I know what I have broken feels like, the toes not broken, just bloody and bruised and the nails busted up quite badly, but that’s just a super glue and nail varnish job, no problem.

Well toe, I’m going to give you 24 hours to fix or I shall cut you off old school Tour de France style* as I want to go cycling tomorrow.

And then there’s Frank, he’s still in town, I spend the morning being good and resting, then by lunch time I very slowing force my toe into socks and boots and limp the three miles to town, I’m dressed like….  well I’m not sure what you call this look, sports leggings with those go faster stripes, a new Romantic /pirate shirt and a classic 1970’s men’s jumper with a hat with animal ears.

Who cares, this is Peterborough and town is filled with POSH fans heading to the football in animal onesies. Why? Isn’t your mascot a bloke in a top hat and tails ringing a bell? Why not put your wedding suits on? Middle aged balding football fans in onesies, eeh God.

Frankie’s not been stolen (I know, I was shocked too…) and I try cycling home, on wheels, is better than on feet or toe, so that’s good news.

I spend the afternoon trying to over look the smell of gone off eggs and get on with this blogging business, while him-indoors makes scale models of Peterborough, as you do.

I try to be good and rest to that means no cleaning or tidying right? being about to find stuff is so overrated.

* see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Vietto for more toe chopping madness

 

Cycling away to join the circus ( I heard they have cake)

Reader, The day started badly, him-indoors is very stressed 
about his MA work and I can't really help him, which makes 
me stressed. The house looks like someone has turned upside
down and given it a good shake, my fat upper arms dont fit 
in my blouse and I'm not ready... For any part of the next
three days.

So I'm up at the crack* upsetting the neighbours with my sewing 
machines, trying frantically to get ready for my printing session 
later, while thinking on how to get my new bike to the repair 
shop at the same time.It's not broken, the gears just need a 
professional touch and I really want it ready to ride it on Sunday.  

Of course super-mum comes to the rescue as per, helping me get Jake 
to the bike shop and then making sure I'm at the Uni in time for my 
printing slot. Mums rock, she even brought him-indoors pork pies, 
which means I can tick off "feed husband" from my weekly list of 
jobs.

I arrive super-stressed, but as soon as the smell of the print room 
hits me I'm as calm as can be, and after a few small battles with 
the laser printer my days starts to reflect my new found mood. 
Who needs Prozac when you have ink and rollers, oh baby...

By the time I've had a bit of fun with lasers and a very productive 
snow queen** project meeting. I'm in an amazing mood and the 
sunshine after the mornings hail reflects this improvement suitably 

Returning to the boro by train with a small brown leather suitcase 
off of the 40's*** full of samples and an over-sized portfolio of 
card I am looking forward to joint birthday meal with Cuddles 
(that's a person not a activity) dispute the total lack of an 
opportunity to change or draw on my face.

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I haven't really had a proper cycle today, just getting Jake to 
the car, but it's starting to look like that's about all I'll 
fit in.

So to the meal I go, it's a great evening, I spend a lot of time 
banging on about how I have to be at the rowing club at 8:30 in 
the morning while  simultaneously descending into an ever growing 
cloud of rum.

Here's a bad idea, take a group of rowers, add lashings of rum, 
what do you have? Pirates, lots of them, with no captain.

The plan was to walk home, him-indoors brought frank, so we could 
try a beer-backie, but that's not going to end well, I think I might 
have missed the boat somewhat on backies****, in the end Chris takes 
pity on us and drops us home, leaving poor frank alone in town, so 
that's tomorrow's rescue mission planned then, free the fixie-one

Is it just me or is the floor moving (holds on the the edge of the 
bed) damn fenland earthquakes 

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*when the day cracks, it is now dawn, not to be mistaken for the 
cracken, which is very bad news for water dwellers or shot drinkers 
as it turns out (burp)

** a project for The Scott Polar Museum in Cambridge, yes my job 
rocks, i know right? 

*** which always makes me want to run away and join the circus or 
something equally reckless  

**** a short history of backies and me: I didn't know what one was 
till i met my husband, a couple of times when we have been short 
on bike and long on tired legs we have tried this, but  I scream 
the whole time, which might explain why him-indoors is so deaf, 
ANYWAY i think the reason this gives me the fear is because you 
have to learn to do it while you are still a teenage and thus 
immortal, and why did i not do this as a teen, growing up in 
Cambridge aka the land of the bike? well Where i grew up every 
child had their own bike, so there was no need for such things. 
Silly!

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Thursday is coconuts day or moose day or my day working at 
Cambridge united football club.
 
todays cycling menu consists of a trip to and from the train 
station on frank-n-fixie.
 
It's is very muggy and I keep having to stop enroute to the 
train station to remove layers, it's a proper mormon strip 
tease* as I have far more clothes on that today requires, but 
then I'm quite British like that. I nearly always have, a 
selection of cardigans, an umbrella, sunglasses, tissues,
wet wipes etc etc

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The bit in the middle between biking involves the normal amounts 
of talking about football, tidying up, making tea, washing up, 
scanning stuff in, numbering stuff sticking stuff back down,
settling arguments watching  other people do the bleep test 
while eating my own body weight in birthday (week) cake, 
getting locked out while photographing scrapbooks on the pitch,
and having to cut through the showers while hoping they are not
in use...just another standard day really**

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The cycle home is blissful as the day is really rather perfect 
weather wise and for the first time today I have the right 
amount of clothing on, go me!
 
The evening is spent in my studio, up to my neck in fabric and 
thread, making samples, which is a surefire way of ensuring 
I am a happy bunny
 
I should sew more and manage less, I should also cycle more and 
work less

*take off clothes, not revealing any more flesh, normally meaning 
you started with too many layers

** if footballs your thing try my other blog 
www.2footballgirls.wordpress.com the other football girl is 
really quite funny and can actually write

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You can’t look where your going if you don’t know where your going

Wednesday

 
It is no longer my birthday, I am now older and all my presents 
are open, boo

 
The husband is up north ensuring the wall keeps the wildlings 
and white walkers out, so I have the house to myself and a 
studio day is the plan of action

 
Some nasty admin tasks do not help to lift my mood and as I 
have a rather special dress to get ready for a fitting this 
evening I decide drastic action is in order
 
Cola (with a slice of lemon and even more importantly a straw) 
chocolate buttons and the labyrinth DVD on the imac...
mmmh that's better

 
While sewing and watching I reflect on how the film never fails 
to lift my mood and start planning my autobiography, told through
the structure of the film*

 
Anyhow...

 
Dress done, I head of on frank to my evening fittings which 
include opening another card and present ( I'm a very lucky girl) 
before heading back to the rowing club to admire Ella's newly 
uncast leg and talk about the cycle ride she has roped me into 
on Sunday, well when I say "roped" what i mean is I bit her hand off.

It's quite hard to find girls to cycle with, you see, 
they keep breaking
 
Ella is perhaps the only person I know who comes close to being as 
accident prone as me...only I fall and bounce she falls and shatters, 
however, having raced in a four with her I can also confirm she is 
one of the most competitive people I know which should make this 
interesting...dont you think Ella? ;) 

* i know every word of this film by heart, and have on many 
occasions recited some or all of it, as a one women impromptu 
show and sometimes with other wakkos, am happy to do so on 
request, but trust me, its a very weird thing to witness
 

Don’t stop moving (funky funky bike)

Friday again, how did that happen?

I know its going to be a tough one as my horoscope predicts “my nervous energy with result in a headache” magic

I have often been asked (while piling food into my gob) why I am not fat. well the simple truth is that I am not naturally skinny, if I sat still all day and ate cake I would be huge, much of the reason I am not quite huge is listed below, in an arrange example of a days movements:

4.3 miles to town on Frank, with a 10k backpack, in well under 15 min’s thanks to a chap who sat just behind me most of the way, making me make him work for my slipstream, till I lost him, pleased but shattered. 2 mile speed walk in the rain to the football club with the 10k backpack, after 20 mins setting up the project for the day at the club I had a almost jog of 1.4 miles with a still heavy but not quite 10k backpack to ensure I was not late for my session in the print room, people took pity on me later in the day and gave me lifts back to the club and the train station but I still had the cycle, with the backpack back to the rowing club (about 2 miles) and fit in a mini evening outing of 4 K rowing on that lake, and then after a evening of birthday celebrations at the bar the remaining 2ish miles had to bee cycled home on my beer-cycle*

As Sclub7 said (I) don’t stop moving, funky funky beat or not

* The term “beer-cycle” or “cider-cycle” originates from “beer-scooter” a “beer-scooter” is when having had a few drinks you decide the 8 mile walk home is perfectly do-able, you are not cold and it appears short, unless the beer-scooter runs out of beer. The same rules apply to cycling but you have to try and not fall off and it must never never never be tried on roads. Also, disclaimer, I take no responsibility for any “drink in charge of a bicycle” claims “but officer I am clearly not IN CHARGE of this bicycle, hic”

A belly full of cake and other stories

Surprise! I brought myself a bike for my birthday, oh you shouldn’t have, I know, but I have already unwrapped it.

As I was still trying to catch up from yesterday I didn’t have much time for opening presents in the morning as I had to be a a meeting at the cottage for ten, ready to discuss my ideas so far for a project I’m working on with Burghley House.

The weather was an unexpected present, a beautiful sunny day, I cycled into town on the pashley, it’s the perfect sunny birthday bike and I’m reminded of past birthdays and other sunny cycles to work.

By the time I leave my meeting at lunchtime it’s a scorcher, I have a couple of jobs to do in town and i take my time, running into a few old faces and enjoying the sun. When I do head back I go via my Cathy’s house for a catch up and to open my first present. Cathy and I mostly eat biscuits and chatter but we have also been known to go out for the odd bike ride.

Carrying the pashley past Cathy’s bins to get to the garden, is much harder than it is with frank, it’s a heavy beast and it can’t resist giving me a big oily birthday kiss all over my top and new jeans, thanks my fat lovely one…

Back home I finally get to open my presents and cards while snaffling my lunch. There is a clearly a theme of dinosaurs and cycling, but no dinosaurs on bikes…

The sun lasts all day and I spend the afternoon trying to be outside as much as possible, I take frank to the rowing club, I leave before him-indoors and he is quite shocked when he is unable to catch me up, I am clearly improving 🙂

The lovely Anna brought me a birthday cake which was very tasty, Dan wants a shout out and the only way I can think of seamlessly shoehorning it in is by pointing out he tried to eat two pieces of my cake…

So now I’m a year older and no wiser but I do have the beginnings of a tan and a belly full of cake, so I’m not complaining

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