March was really just a month of head down, bum up, focussing on training and preparation for Belgium, lots of paperwork to close off Alto’s domestic summer season and preparation for the 2019 Flahute season.

 

I re-introduced myself to hills, albeit small ones to match with the hills in Belgium, when we get back from Europe it’s back into the long suffering in the hills to prepare for the Flahute adventures. It’s still weird but great not to have any foot pain. Long may it last.

 

 

Candy and I had a warm up road trip down to Temuka to do the Timaru Tour de Coffee Culture. It funny how much you fret about when it’s been ages and yet we are away pretty much every fortnight at the height of the Flahute rides. The Timaru course is a really fun circuit and thanks to Shane for organising a huge crew – this was Candy’s first 100k ride on her new bike and she did really well considering that she ran 30k the day before. I struggled through being incredibly seedy after drinking way too much the night before….

 

 

Candy’s own preparation for the London Marathon is going really well, the last two years of training really coming together for her as well as some specific running drills and strengthening exercises from a running specialist.

 

And we come to the end of the month which draws the end of a long preparation for both of us for Belgium/London and excitement and planning for the next goal – challenging myself with extending myself more on the Flahute rides and an ultra-marathon for Candy.

 

And now the month in glorious techni-colour > https://photos.app.goo.gl/Z4xc9cMFDcdKVjDq6

 

 

The Race

Shout! (Shout!)
Count on me; I’m gonna win the race.
Count on me; I’m gonna win the race.
Room-dah-bee-boom, the whippering dong.
Room-dah-bee-boom, the whippering dong.
Now shut the door; keep down to south.
Shut the door; keep down to south.
Shut the door; keep down to south.
Not any track is turning, but the race is in my head.
I’m attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad.
Time is running out, and the illusion fades away.
Time is running out; another day is on its way.
Another sun was shining, and he knew he wasn’t great.
He didn’t ever talk about; he knew he couldn’t wait.
Are you ever gonna push me? Let me run and let me do.
I need it, and I’m ready, and I haven’t got a clue.
Not any track is turning, but the race is in my head.
I’m attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad.
Fire away!
This is the race!
Why?
Burn!
Shout!
Lies!
Give me the race!
Another sun was shining, and he knew he wasn’t great.
He didn’t ever talk about; he knew he couldn’t wait.
I need this race!
Are you ever gonna push me? Let me run and let me do.
I need it, and I’m ready, and I haven’t got a clue.
Any track is turning, but the race is in my head.
I’m attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad.
Fire away!
Time is running out, and the illusion fades away.
Time is running out; another day is on its way.
This is the race!
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,
This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC Sports of
America.
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race, on a hot,
Sunny afternoon, here in California.
On the fast lane of the street I’m driving.
Sometimes, somewhere, I’m arriving
Every day and every night.
Why?
I need this race!
Count on me; I’m gonna win the race.
Count on me; I’m gonna win the race.
Room-dah-bee-boom, the whippering dong.
Room-dah-bee-boom, the whippering dong.
Shut the door; keep down to south.
Shut the door; keep down to south.
Shut the door; keep down to south.
Race in my head!
The Race

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