A meat pie

At spin class there’s talk of whoever chucks (throws up, chunder, puke – you get the gist) wins a meat pie.

So far no one has received a meat pie for the “follow through”.  Geoff has been very close, and I know Graham must have been close too.

I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.  I had an unsettled tummy and it hadn’t let up at all.  But I still turned up for spin, because, after all I’d mucked up my programme and I was already down a couple of rides (just to work and home).  I really didn’t think I could afford to get any further behind.

I sat in what I call my “usual” place.  Right at the back, closest to the door.  The door was left open yesterday. It never got cold.

Lets say there were several moments I thought about how long it would take me to unclip, get off the bike and exit the building to feed the garden.  It didn’t happen, well the chucking up bit, but boy it was close several times.

Other bits and bobs about yesterday’s activities.  The roads were sort of dry and my bike got dirty.  I forgot to check the tyre pressure before leaving home.  When I made it to work I thought best I check and the front tyre was very soft.

I found someone had left their foot pump in the garage and pumped the tyre up.  Checked it at lunchtime and it was flat as a pancake.  I replaced the tube after finding the offending piece of glass, and managed to get the tyre on without the aid of tyre levers

At spin, after swapping my rear wheel for my trainer wheel, I was pleasantly surprised that the bike computer worked without me having to do any nasty fiddling bits. 

The saddle I’d bought off TradeMe hadn’t arrived as I’d hoped.  I wanted to have an hour on the saddle straight away.  It wasn’t to be however.  It arrived today.  I’ll have to see if I’m clever enough to swap it over before my Saturday ride (brick session).  Yes, I’m sure it’s meant to be a no-brainer.  I’ll have to find Mark’s spirit level to know I’ve got the nose down a smidge.