Oktober

[Sweder]

With all the burble about cross-training combined with my ritual impossibly early awakening I chose a quick spin in the hotel gym to kick start day one of this short, sweet visit. 10 miles on the static bike in a shade over 30 minutes . . . that means less than nothing to me really. It takes longer for me to cover half that distance on my home course and I'm always a good deal more wiped out than I feel now. Apparently I burned 250 calories and my average heart rate during the session was 122. That had a good deal more to do with the impressively-toned young lady in the tiny red 'Lifeguard' sweat-shorts who insisted on doing a series of pornographic inner thigh stretches on the floor in front of me. Saints preserve us

All in all better than nothing which was the alternative. Now for the artery-clogging North American hotel breakfast buffet . . .

Tomorrow I hope to head out to Mont Real for a something like a hilly 10k. Depends on this evening's activities I guess but if I can get out there for an hour or so I'd be chuffed to bits.