It's not that I've overdone it or anything - but my mum has! She was walking the dog on Tuesday, had a bit of a turn and now she's in the Miners in Caerphilly in a ward full of slightly mad old ladies... Evenings this week (ok, and most of Tuesday) have been spent in the hospital, so any thought of 'training' (or even 'practising') has sort of fallen away and anyway it's too dark by the evenings to have a go on the bikes. Still, there was always the weekend ...
Except...
Yep, this morning we have woken up to SNOW. The road through the village is dreadful, the main road hasn't been cleared at all, and the only things moving are 4X4s and men in white vans... We have a meeting with the doc at the hospital later. We may walk the 4 miles through the snow to get there (which will count as training), but what do we do with Rubbish Running Dog when we get there???
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