It’s been a funny few days, and this is quite a long post, but I have put pictures in to help break the tedium!
Saturday morning went by extremely quickly (too quickly) and I ended up getting a bit stressed out that I hadn’t sorted everything prior to our departure. We picked N up, added more stuff in to the car, got fuel and headed on our way – J and N’s sister in the lead car, us in the second. We made it as far as the next services before the dogs (of J and N) needed letting out. After a brief stop, we headed to lunch at College Farm in Shrivenham. That served to make me more annoyed. I constantly find there that the food is ok (it is great value) but the customer service is absolutely appalling, and this visit was no exception. I have said to M that we must not eat there again (which is a shame because it is convenient for stopping by on the way home from Silverstone).
After lunch, we continued, only having to go around a roundabout twice once. On arrival, M and I are like camping ninjas and had our tent up and guyed quicker than you could say Wyton Lakes (where we were staying). J headed off to pick up his race pack, and we put their tent up. I have to say, I was really impressed by the camp site – it had everything you could want. We had deliberately booked a service pitch so we could have the phone chargers running. The showers were clean and warm, the toilets were good and the owners were friendly. It is a dog friendly campsite too. If we’re in the area again, we’d definitely go back.
For tea, we headed into Huntingdon and stopped at the King of the Belgians. That was a complete contrast in terms of service to our lunchtime meal – service and food were brilliant!
It was an early start in the morning, as J needed to get his bike all set up and sorted, put in transition and then head to the briefing and start line ready for the Nice Tri Duathlon around Grafham Water. For the first time in weeks, I had to wear my hoodie as it was a bit nippy. It was perfect for running though.
J did really well – he came fourth overall, shaving 13 minutes from his Cambridge time (he used his Cambridge time as the qualifier to join the GB time in Canada). For some reason, they hadn’t done age categories, but if they had, he’d have won his age group. He was the second GB competitor through. We were all chuffed for him – bearing in mind, he’s only been doing this for about 8 months, he is doing really well! The three guys before him were all quite a bit older and have been competing for a while, so give J a few years, and he’ll be well away!
After a little bit of milling around, we headed to Ikea. That was an experience and involved a lot of rearranging of luggage, but we got there. We arrived home around 6:00pm and I started the mad dash to get ready for Monday morning.
Early Monday, off I toddled to the airport to go to Manchester for work. Two days up there nearly wrecked my sanity. I managed to lose my passport, and I wasn’t carrying my driving licence – thankfully, our PA got it all sorted and I was allowed on the plane to come home. How she wangled it, I don’t know. The cost to me? A bottle of whiskey as a thank you (and a new passport of course!).
As for weigh in – well, let me tell you, that was the real poop cherry on my vommy cupcake – 4lbs on. I’d like to say “oh well”, but I am annoyed, fed up, tired of bobbing around this weight. I had an “I don’t want to do this anymore” outburst, at which point, my friend H dragged me to the Nominations for Slimmer of the Year 2012 board and said I needed to look how far I’d come. She’s right, though I admit, I see a much greater difference in her photo to mine.
I’ve dusted myself off, gnoshed two Hifi Lights (the new blueberry cheesecakes – yum!), a bagel with cashew butter (my syns for the day), a jacket spud with cheese and beans, and a melon pot. Dinner is to be confirmed – it’ll need to be syn free.