Okay so, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happened but it feels like nothing at all. I’ve come home to Scotland, been to see some of the most impressive track cyclists in the world, almost recovered from 6 weeks intensive training, had blood tests done and started packing for the next trip away to Majorca tomorrow.
The first thing I noticed when in Scotland was the scenery, I missed this. It is so different from Spain however this was abruptly ruined by the realisation of all the pot holes making it a bumpy journey in the car which doesn’t bode well for bike riding.
Two weekends ago I went down to Manchester to watch one of the UCI track cycling world cup series events. It was mighty Impressive, my first time to a velodrome and it didn’t disappoint, the bends really are as steep as they say! And Chris Hoy’s legs really are as big as they say they are.
My coach Blair Cartmell became concerned after 2 weeks and still feeling pretty run down that something might be up. One of the benefits of my Dad being a doctor is that getting blood tests can be done quickly. The results came back okay, just minor signs of overtraining which were starting to improve but lingering in my system.
A bit random but was walking into town for coffee and saw this busker on the street and I rarely tip buskers unless they really impress or make me laugh and this one did both!
Only a few hours till I’m away to the Airport again, good times!
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