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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

So what was your New Year Resolution?
– Something to do with masturbation. I can't remember whether it was more or less.


My NYR for 2008 is to get back on my bike. The last time I did any proper cycling was the London–Cambridge in 2005, the year after Becca was born, since when a trans-hemispheric shift and second pregnancy have kept bum from saddle. So, Jack having fettled Red Girl, last weekend I took her for a quick wobble over the hill into J'ville and back. Despite having to clunk urgently down onto my granny ring approx 30 seconds after pulling out of the driveway and onto Newlands Road (and into a brisk northerly) I managed to make it around the circuit without having to get off and push. Or throw up. And to my astonishment I wasn't even sore the next day, so made enthusiastic plans for the Hutt River Trail the following weekend. Then I abruptly came down with one of those saw-your-head-off-and-fumigate-it type colds and spent Saturday sulking in bed, which put the mockers on the whole project. But I'll be back. Oh yes. After all I kept, and continue to keep, 2007's resolution: to write something, anything, even a facetious blog post, every day. The only two days I missed were when I was in hospital having Maggie, which I consider a reasonable excuse. Although I did, apparently, scrawl a morphined-out journal entry on the afternoon of her birthday. I can't make out what it says, though.

1 Comments:

Heather, I'm joining you. Being as I never actually made it into the London/Cambridge, I'm feeling kindof sad and nostalgic - but boy, I want to be back on my bike. And pick up my life from where it fell over with shingles.

By Blogger The Crafty Otter, at 10:00 PM  

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