I think I am the Wicked Witch of the West. I know that some people have thought this for many years, but last week, I proved it. I melted. As in melt down, not as in Brad Pitt/Keanu Reeves (am I showing my age??) melt. The heat and humidity conspired against me, leaving me physically incapable of completing my set training for the week. I hate that.
Saturday a little trio of Mr Legs, Madam Hour and myself did our usual 1:20 loop. By the time we got to Sassafras, I was melting. Literally. Bucket loads of womanly glow was pouring out of me. I was completely wrecked by the time we got home, so that all planned activities for the rest of the day were crossed out and replaced by sleeping and feeling like dog poo (which is the smelliest of the poos).
Sunday Mr Univac joined the trio and we opted for a “flat ride” down Maroondah, as I also had track training with Mr Lash aka Coach in the afternoon. I felt ok heading down the road towards the city, but by the time we turned around, the oven had been turned on and I began the Wicked Witch meltdown again, fading rapidly watching Mr Legs and Madam Hour race off into the distance over every rise and crest. How does it happen that a woman the same age as my mother, and an unfit barge arse (it’s ok, he doesn’t read my blog) drop me like that smelly dog poo up a hill?? Fortunately Mr Univac is a gentleman and rode with me.
Rather than heading back home down the highway, we took the bike path back instead. The Koonung trail stops at
After getting home, and an ineffective attempt at recovery, I phoned up Coach to decline track training for the afternoon. Thanks but no thanks. After laughing at me for being a softcock (they were Mr Legs words, Coach just laughed. Interestingly, he didn’t disagree….hmm ) Coach Lash did confess that he had planned some nastiness for the group. By 3pm I knew I had made the right decision, and felt very sorry for the juniors who were having their legs spun off behind the motorbike. Suffer in your nix kids.
Hopefully this weather will settle down, or I’ll acclimatise and will be able to cope with training surrounded by buckets to catch the sweat. I grew up in