Woke up this morning for my first ride of 2006. Shit weather, recently rained, internal argument ensued:

Get up you lazy bastard, you said you’d train consistently this year…

Weather’s crap, I’ll just stay in bed and ride on Saturday…

You need time on the new aerobars!

But it’s wet…

Nope, the ground’s dry…

Oh, OK then, I’ll go the long way in to work, but I’m skipping the laps around CP…

OK.

Hit the road, get down to Bondi and notice that I’ve got my first puncture since I got my bike over a year ago. Oh well, better change the tube and keep going. Get the wheel off, the tyre off and the tube out. Open up the tool bag only to see that I’ve a 650C tube for some reason, whereas I need a 700C one?? I’ve no pump, only CO2 canisters, so I can’t pump up the old tube and patch the puncture. Oh well, that’s the end of that then.

Ring Jacqui to get her to pick me up on her way in to work, then retire to the Tratt across the road for a coffee and some buttermilk pancakes! Every cloud has a silver lining ;-)