The Road-Bump

OK, so that was a week.

Couldn't honestly tell you much about it, except that I didn't walk or bike anywhere near as regularly as I need to in order to lose my regulation two pounds, and I ate some big meals.
Tuesday we discovered a new (to us) Keralan restaurant called Spice Berry in Caroline Street, Cardiff. Fantastic food, go if you can, but ate my way through two courses with no qualms at all. Yesterday we went to Amroth for the day, and I did a once-a-year thing, having a pizza at the Pirate on Amroth sea-front. In years gone by I'd down a whole one of these, then be looking for dessert. This year I barely made my way through all but the final slice.

Walked this morning for one of the only times this week, and decided to add a frisson to the Trail walk. I reverted to a previous walk that has always seemed like it's probably shorter than the Trail walk, but with far more uphill  - up a street called Alma Row, which is to hills what Simon Cowell is to Smarmy bastards, along Thomastown past a pretty park that I've waked around more times than can surely be healthy, up to a thing called Incline Top, which has got to tell you its own story, along a long, flat section called the Goat Mill Road (and as I've asked before, one has to wonder who exactly is milling goats), and then down through Dowlais back to the bottom of the town, where we live.

As I say, think I've measured that before and had it come up as significantly shorter than the six miles of the Trail walk, but this morning, I had the Gestapo Phone on, with its step counter, mileometer and calorie-counter, and it pulled in ridiculous numbers - 14,000 steps, 8.5 miles and 1400 calories burned. The 8.5 miles surely has to be just the phone having a bad reaction to the idea of hills (you live in Wales now pilgrim, suck it up!).

Tomorrow therefore, I'm expecting actively bad news, not just stable news.
"Put it behind you nd go forward" - sage words today from Rebecca, who herself has just passed the half-stone mark, which is pretty freakin' awesome given the insanity of her worldwide schedule.

Behind me is where it shall be put. But that's tomorrow. Am about to get on the bike for an hour before we even get there. That weaty pedalling fool, reading Roman history to himself? That would be me.