Day Seventy Nine: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Way back when salt shakers only had one hole and it was only pepper pots that had multiple holes, I took it upon myself to cycle from one sleepy village in Spain to another sleepy village in Portugal. I can’t remember why, other than it seemed like a good idea at the time.
My wife and [...]

Day Seventy Eight: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I stood at the top of the mountain looking at the view.  In front of me was the start of a trail.  One that I had never cycled down before.  I had no idea where the trail ended, nor which side of the mountain I would exit from.  It looked good though, judging by the [...]

Day Seventy Seven: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Marmite. It is of course something you either love or you hate.  There is no in between, you cannot be a fence sitter when it concerns Marmite. People that do not care for it, anounce their dislike with venom.  I remember asking a friend of mine if he fancied a slice of toast with Marmite [...]

Day Seventy Six: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I left the bright sunlit section of trail and entered a dark overgrown area, home of hobbits, elves and tolls, where trees come to life to reach out and grab you by the ankles. The trail was made darker by the fact that due to the sudden contrast, my eyes had not yet adjusted to [...]

Day Seventy Five: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

A strange thing must be happening.  There may well be a tear in the fabric of time, perhaps without telling us, the boys at CERN have fired up the Large Hadron Collider again and have created a mini black hole.  I keep coming across people that appear to have been transported out of one environment [...]

Day Seventy Four: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I feel sorry for anyone that has not experienced the unadulterated exhilaration of being out alone a million light years from home on a mountain bike having conquered a Dougie Lampkin like obstacle, risking a ‘Readers Digest’ near death experience, to let out a whoop and a holler as you hold hands with the adrenalin [...]

Day Seventy Three: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I woke up smiling.  I had been immersed in a dream so vivid I had to check to see if my hair was wet.  I’d been swimming with dolphins, head beneath the waves, watching them tear across the water above my head.  The loud clicks and whistles were crisp and clear as the pod swam [...]

Day Seventy Two: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I had a sense that it would happen.  I experienced ‘a momentary feeling of discomfort’, as medical professionals would put it, as the spines belonging to a large, black sea-urchin pierced the sole of my flipper and embedded themselves in my heel. Shortly thereafter it ‘hurt like hell’, as I would put it.
I was in [...]

Day Seventy One: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Very superstitious, writings on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
And so sings Stevie Wonder on what may well be one of the best tunes to cycle to, alone, in the mountains.  I was transported to another dimension.  [...]

Day Seventy: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” It was going through my mind on my road ride yesterday.  I was cycling along the coast with a strong tailwind.  I could have let the wind push me along and not put much effort in, content to have the assistance and ride along at my usual [...]