The week I was away on holiday, I ate with absolutely no restraints.
I couldn’t help myself. It was Singapore. The food was so good. And it was everywhere.
I threw my healthy eating regime out the window and just enjoyed myself. That’s what holidays are for right?
Chicken curry and roti prata for BREAKFAST? Yes please.
Char kway teow with cockles, Hainanese chicken rice, prawn noodles, chicken porridge with yu char kway – all before dinner? Hell why not.
But after 5 days of it, I started to feel edgy.
I was dreaming of steamed broccoli and green beans!!
I was itching to jump back onto my bike and feel a bit of pain.
So yesterday morning, I rode 85 kms.
It hurt like hell. My legs were burning. My bottom was hurting. My whole body was aching and throbbing.
The last 20kms were the hardest. It started to rain. The wind picked up. I needed to pee. I rode slower and slower. Every down stroke of each pedal was agonising.
And I was so far behind my group (as you can tell from the photo).
All I wanted to do was to STOP AND LIE DOWN IN THE SAND!
But I just sucked it up… and cursed and swore until I reached the end… the cafe and toilets.
On hindsight, it wasn’t that bad.
The rain was nice. And the pain was better.