I hardly get any sleep during the week, so over the weekend, I religiously pray to the sleep Gods until around noon when I wake up on Saturday and Sunday.
Yet my alarm was set to 6am Sunday morning.
I actually went to bed early on Saturday night excited. I was going on a pack ride to Mordialloc with some mates, who had elite racing mates coming along too. It was going to be a serious 50k ride, but my first true test on my roadie with elite riders.
I wake and up see my alarm ring at 5am. I am so angry with myself, and set it 1 hour later. About 1 hour later my alarm rings, and about 1 minute later my phone rings. It is my mate, and they are about to start. I am picturing a peleton of elite riders, but feeling the warmth of my covers as my mate says "maybe you can meet us for breakfast".
Funny he said that about a week before hand, when we had our annual long weekend mud bash. I stayed up till 2:30am in the morning to get my 1990 mountain bike ready for action. It was a cold night which didn't help changing the tyres, which had fused to the wheel after a year of neglect. I ended up cracking the sh*ts with my mountain bike and pushed it down like a pile of junk steel.
I missed the 7am start for the mud bash, but woke up to a buzzing phone, with messages such as
"you better have a nice pink apron at breakfast", and "you need to eat a tablespoon of cement to harden up".
Turns out my phone was smart enough to be pre-programmed for daylight savings, but wasn't intelligent enough to know to it was delayed a week this year. Will feeding it that tablespoon of cement help?
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