Feb 182014


Facing up to it isn’t easy. It’s far preferable to live in the blissful ignorance of believing it’d be otherwise if only I tried (but I’m not going to). It’s only when we actually try that we really find out if we can or can’t, and how we measure up.

So, I’m facing up to it.

Hi, my name is Jen. I’m addicted to sugar. I’ve only just realised since I’ve been trying for over three months to eliminate it from my diet and, quite simply, there isn’t a day where I haven’t failed. I have an angel on one shoulder supporting me to go without or choose something of worth, and then an excitable devil on the other tempting me “you’re training, you need the calories“, “just cut back to start with“, “how about a natural sweet alternative?“, “you could do with a little boost today“…

The desire to meet my sporting/health goals is clearly not strong enough for me to believe it’s worth going without a sweet treat each day, or the list of other foods that contain hidden sugar such as bread. I feel driven, but once again I’m obviously not committed. It shouldn’t be this difficult, but then I’ve never tried to give up anything before. I need to do more research and conquer a total understanding of why I’m doing this so I can back myself 100% and knock that little chirpy devil off his perch.

I’ve consumed a whole bag of mini eggs today. Very delicious but totally unnecessary empty calories. It’s time for a serious Dad chat with myself.

 Posted by at 6:32 pm
Feb 102014

Tick tock goes the clock. Clip clop goes my shoes. Swish swoosh go my tyres.

All I’ve been doing is trying to get out when I can. The weather in the UK is not always conducive to training for a summer race in the heat. But I have to log some miles, put in some time on foot or wheel. Just get out there.

It’s just under 4 months before the Tour Divide starts. I know most of the things that I need to organise can be done in a short space of time. Flights, kit, accommodation at the start, sorting a lift home from the end. But the one thing that I can’t leave for much longer is me. My fitness, my strength, my ability to propel my bike and I from Banff to Antelope Wells. It is a rather long way.

So I’ve been active, not training per say, but keeping active. Walking where I’d normally drive, riding whenever I can. I’ve spent as much time as I can on the Fargo, getting used to how it rides in any and all trail types. Even on the road – which is a bit slow and dull. I’ve started riding everywhere loaded up, if for no reason but to get used to carrying the extra weight. It is a lot, but it can come down when I get less… festive.

So the time is coming where I have to be a bit stricter. Tighten up so to speak. The first bit is easy – no beer. The second bit -no cake – is less easy…we’ll see how that goes.