Target? What target?

Well, I promised myself a target of 100 miles this bank holiday weekend. 25 a day sounds reasonable yea? Well...

It all started to go downhill when I lazed about on Good Friday. Well, when I say "lazed about" what I mean is... my washing machine broke so I got in a really bad mood about that... mostly because my bedclothes were in there and so I had to break into the washing machine to get them out and then take them to my mum's to finish them off. Why does the washing machine always break down when you have a full washing basket??? That was it then, wasn't it? I had to take my dark's and my coloured's over to my mum's as well. And then I had no choice but to laze around at her's all afternoon while sitting through 3 loads. And then my dad did me chips and egg to cheer me up! Yum. Well, I could hardly refuse could I?

Saturday started off well though. My mum asked me to go and let the dogs out while they were in Wales, so I took the long way around and then the long way back and clocked up about 32 miles. Had a headache when I got back, should have drank more. Something I'm really bad at.

So woke up on Sunday still with a groggy head and decided I needed a "recovery" day which basically consisted of lying in bed until about 2pm, then getting up, eating egg & bacon sarnie's, and chocolate and watching re-runs of Britain's Got Talent (Stavros Flatley... hilarious!) and playing with my ferrets.

Went out on the bike today with the intention of doing at least 50 but this turned into a measley 32 after I decided to re-route to my mum's for a cuppa (well, it was a tad windy when I hit the open road!).

Not doing very well am I? So 64ish miles it was then. O well. Clive did say little and often (",)