We often joke about the need for a rest to recover from a holiday, but that seems to be exactly the case for me today. Having had a fun, active few days, we fought our way through the Friday traffic and arrived home late yesterday afternoon.
I was excited about the prospect of getting out on my bike this morning, the first time since last weekend, While we were away I got out on the mountain bike regularly, but it was primarily for transport rather than for exercise. I’m building towards the Euro City Cycle, but I figured a few days away from the road bike might do me good. Instead, I got my focused exercise for the week in the gym.
I awoke to a very blustery morning. Unfortunately the day seemed to have a lot more energy than I did. I felt flat, deflated, pooped. The intention had been to do a hilly 60 mile ride, but I quickly reconsidered my plans. Given the lack of any specific ailment I decided to get on the Turbo Trainer instead. It didn’t take long for my decision to be vindicated… I felt weak, empty, and tired quickly.
Pre-Heart Attack, I would have just considered myself to be “knackered” and prescribed rest. So that’s just what I’ve done. Hopefully I’ll have more of a spring in my step tomorrow.
Fortunately I have “The Masters” to keep me occupied over the weekend. It’s probably my favourite sporting event of the year. I think it’s partly because it’s such a contrast to life here. It’s idyllic, alien even, in comparison with winter in the North East of Scotland. The colours are so vivid, the grass perfect, and the weather generally beautiful (in fact I feel somehow cheated when it’s less than perfect).
The exclusivity of the course also adds to the appeal. There are few people that have picked up a golf club that haven’t dreamt of playing a round at Augusta. Even just hitting a tee shot at the 12th hole would be a thrill.
Of course, I also enjoy the golf. There are always so many twists and turns to the event, so many trials and tribulations. There’s something satisfying about professionals at the top of their games battling the course, each other, and occasionally even fighting to avoid embarrassment!
I think psychologically “The Masters” also represents the promise of better things… warmth, fresh air and sunshine. We can but dream! Enjoy!