Cycling is a skinny man's game and, as a late comer from, of all sports, rugby, my weight can be a bit of problem when it comes to getting up hills, though a lack of talent, strength and fitness are doubtless the major contributors to my poor ascending. To counter this I have become a little obsessed about what I eat, sadly not obsessed enough to stop me eating too much pizza and drinking too much wine last night. Oh for a dose of will power. This of course is the problem with Christmas.
I love Christmas, but all that eating and drinking can present a cyclist with problems. Should he abstain or counter the seasonal excesses with higher mileages on those extra days off work? Last year I was racing on the 27th, so I didn't drink on either Christmas or Boxing Day. I stoically sat and watched the rest of the family eating, drinking and being merry as I pushed roast potatoes round my plate and sipped water. Was it worth it? Not really. I didn't do very well and won't be riding the same series again. Instead, this Christmas, I'll ride to my in-laws house then drink whatever is on offer, though I will go easy on the second servings.
|On the front at the Hog Hill Winter Series. Not for long though|