16 August 2018
F is for Failure
F is for failure. Even my stylish lycra couldn’t help me get up the hills today. I suffered the ignominy of having to get off my bike and push it this morning. Oh the shame.
F is for foolish. Foolish for thinking that I could maintain my fitness levels when this was only the second time out cycling this year.
F is for flies. Pesky critters gathering around my head every time I slowed down or stopped.
F is for fabulous. I tried roasting some plums tonight to accompany our pork chops, they caraemlised perfectly and were delicious! The roasted vegetables were good too.