Monday we awoke to a beautiful day, which we spent murdering the most beautiful flowers once more. Still packing a sad from her consecutive late nights, which were her own fault, Ashleigh didn’t get on the bike aside from the 10km of commuter riding. Hannah went off on her own, and also came home with the groceries for the week, what a good girl she is. Tuesday proved another beautiful day, although a few dark clouds hung in the sky. As Murphy’s Law would have it, after sweating it out in rain jackets for several hours with no downpour, Ashleigh finally took hers off and got soaked. Brill. Post work we psyched ourselves up and battled through a session of 30 thirty sprints dispersed by box jumps. Any one coached by Ivar will understand the pain of such a session.
Wednesday was the second to last day ever in the flowers. Freedom was so close. Yet so far away. We got through the day planning how we would spend this unexpected income. It will certainly be the best spent money. Ever. Luckily the sunshine and the flowers kept our spirits high and we were soon off soaking up the sun, and working on the tan lines, for a few hours that evening.
GLORIOUS GLORIOUS FREEEEEDDDDDOOOOOOOOOM! Breathe it in! Of course, we choose to arise early today also to experience the tractor pulling show! They told us it was a competition between guys to see who could pull a tractor the farthest/ fastest. Haha funny joke, good one guys. Apparently that would be ridiculous here, who on earth would have a competition like that?? Ahhhh, in NZ we would? We had actually gotten up early to watch tractors in various weight categories pull things over various distances. The excitement! We could hardly contain ourselves, and left as soon as we got hungry; so not much time was spent there. But we did take some fun photos. After some extensive snacking, perhaps not a wise move, we went to light up the nifty 5km circuit we have found with some 5/10/15 efforts. By the time we picked ourselves up off the floor and showered it was dinner time.
Friday we were free again and decided to use our new found freedom by scoping out a new base circuit since there wasn’t much go go left in the tank. We may have ridden the hundy or so Ks on two coffees and a bakery stop.
We got to go to Friesland on Saturday for a national race. Mother Nature turned on yet another stunner day and I think we were the only ones not complaining about the heat. The people here just keep getting weirder. We had a bit of a giggle when we made comment about a gender check on one oft the riders, she pretty, ah, masculine, turns out its because she was in fact once a man.. that’s one way to get better results I suppose. The race was the old mistake and learning experience routine.
Sunday we lost 2 hours of our lives by going to see “The Dictator” at the cinema since the weather had packed in and was totally shitehause. We did meet some rowers who were chilling there before a race they had that afternoon. They weren’t eating because they had a weigh-in in an hours time, and the y enthusiastically told us that they lose a few kilos pre race day by consuming nothing but fruit and quark. Mmmmmm. Each to their own. In the highly unlikely event we aver take up a weight class sport, we’ll remember that.
And would you look at that
That’s us for another week.
