Saturday, 22 March 2008

Training cycle. Revalations.

Training up to now's progressing pretty well...been doing 40km of intervals every week now to prep for the Changi races. I'll trust that all ECB members'll do the same? YOU'D BETTER. CRITERIUM'S A GODDAMN TEAM EVENT.

But on a lighter note, cycling as a whole's looking up. I'm adjusting to the new bike, the stem is adjusted to perfection, and the cycling cleats are just starting to come into their own [ie. broken in]. Wait...did I mention I crashed yesterday? Well, here goes.

I was doing my usual 28km prep ride to SAFRA and doing an impression of obstacle course navigation trying to overtake the slowpokes cycling rental bikes on the way. So far so good. I've escaped unscathed from 2 minor collisions and 4 full-scale, multi-rider crashes a few km back. Great, innit? Nothing can take me down. But then, this kid---no, this TODDLER---suddenly swings out of the oppo lane and INTO MY PATH! I don't even have time to go 'wtf' before I go down with him. When I regain my senses, the bastard's standing there like a dick and crying his head off. Visual check...no injuries. Ask him what's wrong....."I'm scared!" W.T.F. You twisted my steerer fork outta place and forced me to perform a full-scale skid to avoid you and now you tell me you're fucking scared. And to top it off, he didn't even take a tumble. I was kinda tempted to take his ride and twist the fork around too, but his mum appeared. Leastways she didn't blame me like most other asshole parents would. But hell, worst part was that I didn't bring my allen key. Ride's over. Had to call up my folks and get a ride home. Shit thing was that, ALL MY ACCIDENTS ARE 'COS OF THOSE DAMN TODDLERS ON FOUR-WHEELERS.

But hell. Thanks to him, my mum dragged me to the doc to check my knee....not like it had anything to do with the crash. She just wants to X-ray the damn thing, something I've been putting off for months. Anyway, doc just prodded and poked, told me to flex the joint and passed verdict. No bball for me again. Ever. Soccer is pretty much restricted too. I'm supposed to take it REALLY easy when running long-distance [NAPFA GG liao], but cycling's ruled as being good for my knee. Guess there's always a silver lining to everything. But hell. I hate wearing knee supports.

P.S. Congrats to Yun Hao for getting his wallet mailed back to him. At least you got your boomslang card back ROFL.

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