IN short life is amazing right now, I have made massive progress in getting my dream job, I blitzed the physical although not without incident, I given up that naughty bean we call coffee, without the same level of withdrawl as last time, working hard at new job and cycling takes up whatever time I find left over.
Stace and I are going really well, the last three weeks have been a blur of kisses, hugs, home cooked meals, celebratory dinners and an incident involving 2 bottles of fantastic red and a hickey the size of a tennis ball on my neck, some how those two are related!
AS you may know dad has been out for a bit with the toe, so the moment I found he could get back on the bike it was time for another adventure. 72 km, 2.5 hours, one puncture and a happy non tilted father.
Boys toys never change they just become more expensive.. 1-2 years old, no matter how much the toy cost the wrapping and the box is a lot more interesting and enjoyable. Total cost (of used portion) $3
2-6 Actions figures, including the immortal Einstein action figure, Barbie dolls for our first experience of anatomy, and my beloved Transformers (movie released this week) rough cost between $6-20 dollars.
Ages 6-12 cricket bats (incase of girl attack), soccer balls, football clothes in the colour of what ever team won the preceeding premiership rough price $100.
Ages 12-18 Computer games, consoles, new clothes, Ipods, MP3 players, gadgets and Baterries $100 to $500…
Then the Big boys toys, Cars, computers, women, Airfares, we still compare the toys with our friends, get upset when they get a better one, we still try and trade toys (although women get upset with that arrangement), we are boys with beards lets face it, guys are immature but you love us anyway.
Then you get cyclists, people who think nothing of spending 500 dollars on a seat post (carbon fiber light and strong) , people that a new toy can cost over $7500, GPS, cycle computers, gear sets over 1000 dollars, we get embarrassed when caught reading cycling magazines by our significant others ( I swear I only read it for the articles), we even find lycra attractive.
And back to the ride, 50 km full pelt to catch my father at Safety beach (formerly Shark Bay), a blow out coming round the cliffs and a large piece of skin removed when my thumb got torn open by a rouge tire lever. Ride back through the region I grew up in on the sunny Mornington Peninsula (just an easy 20km). Along the HWY, filling my lungs with salt sea air, passing the shops I new so well, pedaling behind dad, talking bikes. Two big kids with expensive toys out on an adventure. And then the highlight of any training regime…. Breakfast..
WE train big so we eat big, the man breakfast, steak, sausages, bacon, mushies, eggs, nothing green, washed down with an ice cold beer, breakfast of champions!