Damn Drunken Bets....

About a year ago I made a bet, a friend (affectionately known as the crazy chick who started this caper - CCWSTC) indicated she was going to write a Mills 'n' Boon novel. Now in my defense I was drunk... Full of bravado and knowledge beyond my intellectual capacity. I told her it is not that easy and she believed it was. So being a gambling man, my words went something along the lines of if you get a book published and for sale within three years I will run up the pyramid in a Frankenfurter outfit.

Now with my new ale assisted knowledge of all things publishing this seemed like a good idea at the time. Even seemed safe when the first draft was sent back after a few weeks. I did feel bad for her but there was also self preservation, I mean how comfortable can one be running a million kilometers up a hill in black french cut vinyl chicks knickers and fish net stockings. However, the problem arises now, that her last literal effort has been with Mills 'n' Boon ladies for near a couple of months. I am lead to believe this is a good thing (not for me). I am starting to sit uneasily. Albeit is only the first three chapters, but if it goes through the CCWSTC has so much drive to do this plus the added bonus of seeing me pull vinyl out of the crack of my butt as I attempt to ascend something that at the moment is still conquering me, she will probably reach the goal, if she is given the green light to write the rest of her story.

Back to the cursed hill. I attempted to run from Gordonvale with husband of CCWSTC, to the Pyramid (3.5km) then ascend to half way. I got about halfway up then started getting stomach cramps and blurred vision along with tasting my breakfast several times. I am not sure I really should have had that red bull that was in the fridge or should have just had copious amounts of water. As the symptoms were very like dehydration. I estimate there must have been 2 kilo-litres of sweat clinging to my shirts and shorts at this stage. So it looks like I have to do more cardiovascular training. It was a particularly warm morning and the humidity was the same as breathing 2 meters below see level in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Time to brush off the bike shoes and pump the tires up. It looks like I am hitting the road again. 35km round trip to work. Approximately 20 minutes by car there and 35 minutes on bike. However the return trip is not very encouraging as 90% of the year there is a headwind for the last 9 km. The good thing about this is there is only one way to get home and the added effort can only help.

So it looks like the wieghts and toning might take a back seat for a little while as I build my fitness up.

Pending the intrusion of the odd cyclone. Two to three rides to work a week and the odd two to three 6km runs are on the card with one weights session a week. YAY. Looking forward to torture. Weight is comfortably coming off once again.