Number 2 & 3

Having never swallowed anything while cycling before up until the other week, I managed to catch two more bugs in my mouth last night, both of which managed to make it in to my stomach. One wasn't too bad, but one flew right into the back of my throat and left me retching at the side of the road trying to bring whatever it was back up.

Alas it was not to be, so hopefully it died without laying eggs somewhere inside of me.

I'm actually getting qeasy just thinking about it.

Bitter disappointment

So last night I checked my proposed route on Google maps and it said 50 miles, so thought I'd have broken it yesterday, but just to be sure I went back today and checked it out on GMAPS instead, and found out that it was only 45 miles. Which is still good, but means I STILL haven't broken 50.

I'm gonna have to go for it on Thursday night instead.

Only three or four training sessions left before the Big Cycle!

Progress...

So I'm back in tonight after a 37 mile cycle, which combined with yesterday's 30 miles, gives me a weekend total of 67 miles!

Which STILL isn't even one day of cycling.

P.S Congratulations to all the guys from the team who made it round Lough Neagh on Saturday! Quite impressive I think you'll agree!

I knew a woman who swallowed a fly...

Except it wasn't a woman, it was me!

I am just back from a 25 mile cycle, and managed to swallow a fly on the Moneyreagh to Comber Road. A small bug's flight path crossed in front of my gob as I was gulping in air and proceeded to make me cough, splutter and retch as I cycled along.

Not only did I get one in the mouth, I also managed to get one in the eye, and have now determined that I should procure a pair of sporty sunglasses! So if anyone reading this has a pair and would like to lend them to me for a week, you could save my sight!

It never rains but it pours...

Now that I am 25 I am entitled to drive minibuses (though not for financial gain mind!), I had to collect one in Newtownards on Friday. I didn't want to leave my car there overnight, so thought why not cycle it!

The road was dry as I set out from home, and it was only when I reached Ballyhackamore that the rain started to fall lightly upon my face. By the time I reached the Knock carriageway, it was hammering down and I was beginning to have flashbacks of almost every cycle I have gone on in recent weeks! I pushed on though and managed to make it to Scrabo. As I arrived in to the car park it struck me that there was no bus in sight, and my good friend Glen Johnston was looking rather embarrassed. Glen had forgotten to inform me the bus had broken down and was over in Bangor. Not only had I wasted my morning, Glen also walked into the toilets as I was standing in my lycra bib shorts trying to dry myself, and has taken to calling me Borat.

So following that horrible experience on Friday, I chose not to do any cycling until last night, where I clocked up 13 miles. Thanks to Nixo for providing the Galwally rest stop and for not calling me Borat!