Shit...

...Aren't I?

So I didn't manage the Cheshire Cat - but I did lose 3 kgs. So not too shabby. And it was the World Track Cycling Championships in Manchester and 4 of my clients won Gold medals. It was my duty to party with them. I would have been letting not only them but myself down if I hadn't - I may be boring cycling Fran these days but the inner drinker is never going to leave me all together. I got very very drunk.

Oh and that friend in the know. Useless. Taken a month to get a plan. But have it now and am totally on it. And it would appear there are other people as deranged as I willing to not only ride the etape but write about it too..... http://etapemadness.blogspot.com/ They are following the same plan as I am - so rather than tell you about it - I'll let them - as I think they manage to convey the horror of it all better than I can.

So in brief and to get things back on track - I am currently bike-less as I am having a newer, cooler, faster, lighter Dolan built, but want to take my SRAM groupset with me so have had to put Old Faithful in the capable hands of "Spike" at Manchester velodrome for a week to strip down and re-build. So all my work at the moment is being done on an exercise bike. Seriously 2 hours on an exercise bike is wrong. Boring and wrong.

Oh and tomorrow I am going for lab testing - fitness and fatness. It's going to be demoralising I think. The brother thinks there's still a chance they'll discover that we are both genetically gifted... he's going to be horribly disappointed. I'll have to let him down gently.