I love my body. Not in a vain, narcissistic way – but with amazement at the body’s ability to cope with everything life throws at it, and just keep on giving. This moment of introspection doesn’t follow any mad achievement or record-breaking feat. It follows a trip to the physio and the news that I’ve strained my Continue reading
July 3rd 2012
But look – I’ve got a problem; the carrier’s bust on my lovely new lean, mean, fighting machine… and I don’t think it’s just a nut I need. I tried doing things with screws and screwdrivers, but can’t seem to find the right hole. Have a suspicion that the existing screw has shorn off. Hmmmm. Gonna have to find a bike-doctor, and I really don’t have time… I hope I’ll be able to cycle in with this tomorrow… and is that rust on the chain? couldn’t be, they don’t rust, do they?
David Dunne is my personal trainer at Ben Dunne Gym – no relation! He first came to my aid when I was training for Everest and he’s been helping me ever since. I probably know how to put together a decent weights programme on my own by now, but it’s great to have access to Dave’s knowledge, and I think walking in to an ‘unpredictable’ workout planned by someone else, helps keep my muscles and mind active. But the downside is that there’s no gain without pain – and this evening, he inflicted it in bagloads… whew. One thing is certain; I’ll sleep well tonight!