More Training

Having finally recovered from the Budleigh Salterton bugger, I decided to experiment a little more with the GPS by allowing it to take me from Greenwich to Whitstable yesterday (11 April).  I set off at 7:12am from Greenwich looking alluring in a resplendent lycra number that I leaped into from the top of the wardrobe.  Early morning dog walkers fought to control their enthusiastic hounds as I wobbled past them red-faced, hurling sputum left and right, puffing, panting, and cursing the GPS through the morning dew.  I'm sure some were tempted top let the dog have its way.

It is, as yet early days in my GPS education but what I found yesterday was that when you preplan a course on the GPS, it doesn't bleep to warn you of a coming turn.  What it does do, is tell you that you have gone off course after you've passed your turn !  This translates to multiple U-turns, loss of momentum and general dissatisfaction on my part.  Maybe I'm missing a trick and if I am, please mail me and let me know.

Anyway, for the record, Greenwich to Whitstable: 69.87 miles taking 5 hrs and 3 mins.  Average speed was 13.8 mph and I used up 5432 calories (apparently).  Climbing was 849 metres which co-incidentally, is the length of runway 10/28 at Coffs Harbour Airport, New South Wales, Australia .

I have to say that the timing on the computer and the time that I arrived in Whitstable don't seem to tally.  I recall getting to Whitstable Harbour at 1:10pm which is about 6 hours riding in total, but for now I'll take the computers version of events.

After all the boring guff that I've just written, to liven things up I have decided to make a habit of adding a key thought, interesting observation or event at the end of each blog entry from now onwards: you can think of it as a version of "Our Tune" but with qualities of pathos rather than heartbreaking sadness.  So, to inaugrate:

Interesting Observation #1: Whitstable Native Oysters look like elephant bogies but in fact, are very tasty and are astoundingly meaty.