Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Whose Idea Was It That I Ride To The Beast?!

Hello Bloggers,

I should be writing this from my hospital bed after what I have done, but there is no sympathy from anyone in this house hold, let alone them stopping what ever it is they are doing to let me in to collapse on the sofa through sheer exhaustion, or even offer me some water or a cuppa!

I have just rode my bike from my house to the chemist to fill in the prescription for the old boys happy pills, mmmm, maybe he wont miss one. No, no, no, I am going to do this, pain or no pain, now carry on riding to nagging sisters house.

There are few long hills on route, ok so they are not very steep hills, but hills none the less, I will just have to think of the ride back home, down hill, feet on handlebars cruising to the door. But then when get to the top of nagging sisters road, I am looking down to where I have to go, and right now, looking down, I am pleased, but oh, and its a huge big but oh, on the way home it will hurt! Its a steep hill, all the way down to nagging cruella De'Nags house.........Come on keep up with me guys, on the way home I am going to have to ride up after riding the beast and after riding here in the first place! AARRGGGGHHHH

Nagging sister is first to use the beast,just as well, I can raid her fridge and recover from bike ride here. She is threatening all sorts of nasty things, like, upping a level when it gets to certain dots on the screen??!! I have no idea what she is on about, lets just hope she is to exhausted from her workout with the beast to even get off her mmummmblees mmmmmutter skinny backside to come and alter the beast.

Right now my turn!

Well I just got off the beast, nagging sister was in the bath, so she couldn't alter the levels, but I don't know how she did it, I found myself reaching for the alter button to up the level myself!!! It must be sublimmin.....subconssion.....subli...... brainwashing! How does she do it. Its hurting, I altered it as she suggested in her nagging brainwashing way to the next level on the virtual hill!!

There beast done and conquered, I am so glad I took a picture of her before she got off the beast, with only the last two minutes of her time left, she really looked in pain he he he.

Now I am just going to rest for a while before making the mega journey home. Here I go!!

Home, home, home glorious lovely comfy choccie filled home!

Oh my word, never again! That was murder, torture, inhumane!! If I ever decide to do that again, please someone direct me to this very blog!! The hills seemed to have done a 'Harry Potter' and switched all the down hill slopes to up hill but forgetting to make any of them go back down! It was like that optical illusion picture,I'm sure you have all seen, of the stairs that go up on each side of the square. I felt sure there were more hills that I rode up on the way to nagging sister, oh by the way she of course smashed her target calorie burn up yet again, yawn yawn, but she really did push herself. It seems now nagging sister has developed schizophrenia too (a family trait?)! She has a voice in her head that's sounds like her action man back in Iraq, (training in the heat there), nagging her. It really is a joy to watch nagging sister argue with her voices he he he. I too broke the beast, I hit my suggested target and then carried on eating away the calories. The beast owes me calories because my burn up today was, 147, and I went way past that I hit 168.6, which means beast owes me, 168.8 take away, 147, is......erm, one two, carry that over, put point here, yes, 21.6 calories! (I think)

It is with some relief knowing that I can only ride my bike to, either, jogging or nagging sisters house if I don't have to pick up anyone else!

So, anyone else want to join in our band of keep fitters!!! Anyone, please!??

Oh yes, as promised, here is a picture of nagging sister in pain, trying to ignore her voices he he he


























And, erm, a picture of me, looking.........well ...........glowing, but smiling after finally beating the beast.

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