I woke up this morning and although I was feeling a little rubbish, I went for a run on the beach. Just a short one and not very fast, but a run none-the-less. After doing an airport run with Lex’s dad Steve, I felt that I needed to do something otherwise I would lose the will; and of course, that ‘something’ was climbing. I had a manicure yesterday and it had sort of been suggested that I wouldn’t go climbing until after the wedding. I lasted a whole 22 hours… anyway, it seems like the ‘gods’ were against it as the only ways I could get there would be by bus (expensive and not very convenient) or bike. So I opted for the latter despite the 8km each way. However I couldn’t find the correct key for the garage (or in fact the correct garage); then the bike tires were flat and I couldn’t find the pump; then once I got Mark to agree to lend me his bike, I got completely lost and ended up cycling around 4km out of my way; then I got to the wall and discoverd I’d forgotten the bike lock because it was on Lex’s bike and I was on Mark’s! All was good though as they let me take the bike in and I got a whole 50 minutes bouldering in. On the 8km cycle back, every single uphill seemed to head directly into the 30mph wind, whilst it side-swiped me anytime I got some speed up on a downhill!
I would like to know where Jen went though. It would have been hard enough to get her to run 3km OR cycle 20km OR boulder 50m in a day not long ago, let alone do all three!
