Push self hard in Spin, or feel that am pushing self hard, but my monitor tells me that am not. My average effort turns out to be just 69%. Am finding my new handlebar set-up difficult. Must just persevere. KBO – Keep Buggering On as Winston Churchill says. And “No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.” Although Winston is referring of course to riding a horse, am going to apply this maxim to Spin and cycling too.
Going for an actual bike ride with Dad later so am scribbling this now, in front of highlights from Day 12 at the Olympics – yesterday that is. It’s some real track and field at the moment: hurdles. Come on Tiffany Porter!
Have a brief glimpse of the fluffy monster earlier as he saunters outside but he doesn’t deign to pause for a photo.
Am sitting on the sofa with the panther. He rests his huge head on my thighs and fixes his amber eyes on the television. Think he likes the track racing because they’re running fast – he watches the runners and hurdlers with a hunter’s intent. Stroking the panther’s soft head, I watch Usain Bolt win his 200m heat with ease: stretching those long legs to maximum effect.
The anxiety wren is quiet. She sits on the arm of the sofa: still here but her wings aren’t beating, due to the Clonazepam.
In the kitchen, can hear the sizzle of onions. Mum is making an Omelette for us.
Happy Thursday everyone!
*2000. By Martha Powers. A Lieutenant Sheila Brady detective novel, set in the American Midwestern town of River Oaks.