.: Waiting for the delivery van

How I started...

Hubby wanted us to get mountain bikes. It took a good few weeks and lots of soul searching to get from a)“NO WAY!! I could never do that!” to b)“Well…maybe…” to c)“Yeah! I think I can give it a go” to d) “Yes, let’s go to the bike shop” All the daft, mostly negative, thoughts of the day went through my head. What will the neighbours think? What if I fall off? Pictures of Dumbo pre-flight and flying. No bike will cope with my short-legged bulk! My face will go all red and sweaty, no - purple and sweaty! People will laugh at me. What will I wear? No way they’ll make bike gear in my size! You name it - I thought it. Funnily enough very rarely did I think of physical obstacles, mostly psychological ones! I’m not sure how I managed to get from a-d above. READ ON if you want to find out - it all started Oct 16th 2007...

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Waiting for the delivery van - AGAIN

Well our new elliptical trainer has finally reached "The Depot" (wherever that is) this afternoon and will be with us tomorrow they say, but then they said it would be with us on Wednesday so I'm not holding my breath. Thing is, if they'd said Friday in the first place I'd have been quite pleased as we just ordered it on-line on Sunday - it's the broken promises that get me rattled.