So today I was back to work (boooooo), but managed to get a 13 mile bike in. I really didn't want to, it was an effort. My legs felt ok, a bit heavy, but that was all. I wasn't fast or good in any way, it was an obligatory hour long session of cycling up hills for the sake of general fitness.
My mileage in general might be a bit crap this week as I've had one eye on the weekend all the time.
I'm a bit nervous about that.
I really, really don't want to be last.
Second to last would be fine, I could handle that. But not last.
And I'm a bit worried about my biking. I know my routes so well, when to twist my foot out the pedal and when to change down. I'm scared junctions will suddenly appear and I'll permanently be in the wrong gear and forget to free my feet.
Tomorrow I plan to run and bike. I also plan to see how quickly I can change my shoes, and all the kind of stuff.
On the upside, parent's evening (what little there was of it) went well.
She previously got a good report, so I knew no one was going to say 'She's a royal pain in the arse', but one went as far as to say 'I'd love a class full of Eleanors',
To which I said 'It would be a very messy class and all your crockery and teaspoons would disappear'.
She looked confused.