Yesterday I promised you a weight update. Ooops. Fail! Sorry. Tomorrow definately.
I had Rugby coaching at Bees last night and I also had to shift the Play House in the yard, over a fence into the back garden. The Play House shift could have gone better, me and my mate Ski with wifey's help managed to get it on top of the fence, then just as Ski said "I've got it" it dropped off the top of the fence, nearly severing my little finger and belting Ski on top of his swede. No serious damage to me and Ski but I'll be doing a bit of DIY using No More Nails, Duck Tape and a boat load of screws on the Play House this afternoon.
The upshot to all of this is that I didn't get a chance to do my weigh in. The coaching went well though and I was jogging around pretty well with no signs of the achillies twingeing so I'll be back pedalling as usual on Monday.
Tonight is the usual start of the weekend Dodford trip for a swift few, then the weekly take out. I haven't been pedalling hardly this week as you know, so I seriously thought of giving the pub and the take out a miss. But wifey in her usual common sense way said that my routine is vital to this stuff and a morale booster of the pub and take out is just as important as the pedalling. And do you know what? She's absolutely right.