chasing all day long. (fitz stop following me)

chasing all day long. (fitz stop following me)

If I had a fat American-Italian boss, he would shout this at me as I’m leaving the factory one evening

“What’s-a matter you Hey! Gotta no respect.

“What-a you t’ink you do? Why you look-a so sad,

It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place,

It’s been another week down the mines, Not so much love for training this week, Just not feeling the love, going through the motions, clocking in and clocking out each day.  My body is there but my mind is somewhere else. (probably somewhere sunny, with nice bikes and hot girls.)

If I had that fat American-Italian boss,  I’d tell him, Ah, shaddap-a you-a-face.

So for this lack of motivation I am hatching a plan.

Did another bike race today, The Cycleways Cup in Navan. It went alright. The speed was crazy fast. it only slowed down after 70km of racing. I missed the move and that was that. I ended up rolling around in the bunch. It’s-not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place, had a good few catch up chats with some old friends and 120km worth of racing in the legs. it was a good day.