To this end, I have to cycle 30km from Belmont to Joondalup tomorrow morning, starting at 7:30 AM.
I should point out that I haven't actually done any regular exercise for almost a month now. I was doing about forty minutes of cycling a day while working in Perth, but I spend all of six minutes getting to and from Uni every day. How I'm going to survive a 30km ride in thirty-plus Celsius is anyone's guess. In a fit of arrogance, I alleged on the entry form that I can do this in under an hour and twenty minutes (although there were categories for thirty to fourty-four minutes). Twenty hours and a minute might be a little more appropriate. I think I may die.
One of the few things you can't do as a qualified First Aider is resucsitate yourself when you collapse from massive cardiac failure/dehydration/heat exhaustion or that greatest of sporting injuries, muscle liquefaction. It's a shame, really.
The other problem is that my bike, which is really Dad's bike, has been playing up a bit in recent months, mainly because I treat it with such little respect. I asked Dad to look at it, given that he's the only one in the house with any technical aptitude for this sort of thing, and this turned out to be something of a tactical error as well. You see, Dad's an engineer, and so he adjusted sprockets and wiggled levers and all the other things that engineers do, and now we have a typically engineering-shaped solution. Parts work fantastically, so the bike now flies much faster than it used to, but at the cost of my top-end gears...
All I can do, of course, is fill my water bottles, and hope.
One comment
Sheeba :: Sunday, March 20th
good luck :)
lets see if it works now...
