Cold, wet and windy with forecasted wintry showers. Just a short dog walk then some breakfast then get organised for what will hopefully be my final collar bone check up down at Ninewells Hospital.
Planning on popping in to a local pub that has changed owners for lunch on the way back. Not much else to do on a day like this.
, not a cloud to be seen, a bit breezy tho', sod's law when I'm not well enough to get out 
Clear blue skies here and a bright shiney thing
I've never been able to fit so much pain into 1-2 hours out on the road. It's nice not having to clean the bike every day too.
Cables and chains wash the crud off, clean once a week, doesn't matter how much crud is out there, I am due a new chain anyway, and I am thinking of changing the cassette chances are the 16-17 th rear are worn anyway as that is where I am mostly, even though its looked after. a couple of thousand miles on those two rear cogs takes it toll.For a self-confessed masochist I'm quite enjoying the turbo trainer right now
I was all set to go out on Wednesday afternoon after work, only to find (as I was about to set off) a rear puncture. It being my second time at changing an inner tube it took me, well, a while... By the time I'd finished it was getting dark and I'd lost the will to cycle, if not to live.I'm pathetic, no wait, pathetic isn't strong enough, I'm an embarrassing joke. All I wanted to do was put two new tyres and two new tubes in, should take, what, 20 mins? All afternoon...all bloody afternoon and three inner tubes exploded.My mending broken finger is screaming with pain as I grappled with two new (and cold) Marathon tyres, only to get one on, pump it up and 'bang'. So I tried again and...yep, you guessed it, 'bang'.
The next time I tried (with the old tubes, 'cos both the new ones had exploded) I watched it inflate and aha, I get it, it's not sitting right at the valve, so pushed the valve upwards, re-seated the tyre and hooray, I did it...well, until I go to put it on the bike that is and I see on the sidewall >>>Rotation>>>...off the tyre comes again...and back on, with said finger bashed about some more...only to put it on, exactly the same way it was before.
Well the next time I cracked it...so on to the other one, went well, I'm an expert now, pumped up tyre, watched the side wall and 'bang' ...off to Halfords for more spare tubes, back again, tyre off, tyre on 'checks for bulges', pump up tyre, check >>>Rotation', reassemble, easy, cracked it.
I'm scared of loud bangs now, think it might be post traumatic stress disorder or something.
Legs feel it now though.
Well done, next stop 100km?
Yes just worked that into miles that seems doable so that's my next target metric century
