I like my food, but I was horrified by this story on the BBC this morning. Wrong on so many levels…
I would, however, be interested to know what was on the menu at the Arkansas Prison. After two weeks of eating virtually nothing but smoothies and soups made with fresh fruit and veg, I’ve lost only two pounds.
Filed under: London-Brighton bike ride, cycling, spinning | Tags: cycling, London-Brighton bike ride, spinning
Having had a few weeks off exercise following a bout of the flu, I’ve done five or six spinning classes over the past couple of weeks to start preparing myself for the London-Brighton bike ride. It’s been good to get back into the gym especially after putting on a few pounds and I enjoy the group experience of spinning. It’s a lot harder to quit when you start flagging if there are other people in the room.
I was feeling a little bit fitter for it so I decided to go out on a proper bike yesterday with one of my mates. The ride started well enough, apart from some slippy gears that had developed a mind of their own over the winter. Fortunately we came across a man wandering the lanes with a bag of spanners and some WD40 (as you do), who kindly lubricated the gears and sent us on our way again. I wasn’t feeling great about the ride – which may have had something to do with the fact that I was on an unfamiliar bike that was ever so slightly too big for me – but we plodded along without incident for a couple of hours.
On the home straight, around two miles from my friend’s house, we had to take a right turn. I indicated with my right hand and started braking with my left – then several cars appeared ahead and to my right, disorientating me slightly. I stopped braking, careered right, missed the road and mounted the pavement which threw me over the handlebars and onto the tarmac path…face first. It wasn’t my finest cycling hour.
Luckily I was more shaken than badly injured. One of my front teeth was displaced slightly and my face is a bit battered and bruised. Managed to get an appointment with an emergency dentist within a couple of hours of my fall – the NHS comes into its own when you really need it – and she strapped up my tooth with some metal wire. Time will tell if it’s too damaged to be saved, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Meantime, I look like the love-child of Bugs Bunny and Mick Jagger and am on a liquid diet. At least I might lose those few pounds I’d put on. Mind you, drinking soup through a straw isn’t very dignified, so I’m moving onto gin and tonic shortly…
