Don’t you just hate it when people brag about their weekend because it involved some form of vigorous exercise? You know, they ran a marathon or climbed a mountain, blah blah blah.
“So, what did you do?” they then like to ask, with a smug look.
“Oh well I um…spilled toast crumbs in the bed……..watched some TV…..patted the dog….”
But all that has changed because this weekend I went cycling. Ha! So there, highly annoying fit and active people (including my husband who goes to the gym 7 days a week). It was just like the Tour de France apart from some minor details:
Firstly, we took the dog….
…can dogs enter the Tour de France?…
…and we stopped for lunch and ate a huge pizza….
…then a little later stopped again for a glass (well plastic cup) of wine….
…and I saw 2 naked man swimming in a lake….
(no photo of that sorry)
….and I could hardly move afterwards because my butt was so sore…
(no photo of that either sorry)
But apart from all that, it was exactly like the Tour de France. Believe it or not, we are considering doing it again this Saturday. And not only because I saw some naked men, but also because it was fun. But only if we stop for wine and pizza.
“So, what did you do over the weekend?” she asked with a smug look!