First off, it's now only 32 days to go until I kick off on Ride Across Britain, which is both exhilarating, and terrifying. I go through daily fluctuations between wanting to get on with it, and being utterly feaful that I haven't done nearly enough training. I've been spending evening doing 4-50 mile rides around West Berkshire, and aiming for longer rides at the weekend, however I won't really know if it's been enough until about day 4 of the trip I suspect. For now it's case of keeping on with as much cycling as I can, and looking after myself, as injury now would be heart-breaking.
In other news, I have completed the rush job of getting a new Warhammer 40K army completed. On the last weekend of April I entered an event called SVA at Spiky Club. It was a campaign tournament, so not supposed to be really serious, and I was entered as Tau in a Xenos/Dark Angel domain. We finished mid-table, however my results were distinctly sub-average (1 draw, 4 losses). I've been getting better with Tau on weekly club nights, but they do suffer from a distinct lack of resiliance, which really showed at SVA. Next weekend there is another tournament called Rapid Strike, and this time it's going to be a little more serious. I decided that rather than enter the Tau, which I enjoy playing, but really don't have much confidence in handing out the hurt I would fast-track my new army, the Blood Angels. The last coupld of weeks have been a frantic dash to assemble, paint and finish a 150 point force. I have to finalise the list this saturday, so I'm going to get one game to practice, and one more week after that to realise all my hideous mistakes.
I've gone for a list which is as un-Tau as I can, and it consists almost exclusively of short-range guns and lots of fisticuffs, with the entire force equipped with jump-packs, so hopefully I can counter an absence of long-range offense with maneuverability and brutal assualt.
My other weekends before JOGLE are taken up with Triathlons. I have my first of the season this weekend at Merchant Taylor School, not a million miles from Watford. A fortnight after that I have a second one at Fritton Lake in Norfolk. After a few weeks of wimping out I finally did my first outdoor swim of the season this morning, with water temperatures of 12'C (which ,in case you're not sure, if absolutely brassic). I mananged the 1500m without stopping, and at a comfortable pace, however the last 2-300 metres my hands went numb, and I had trouble keeping my form. It's safe to say that Merchant Taylor is going to be cold (even more so in that it kicks off at crazy o'clock, so there won't even be a bit of sunshine to take off the chill. I won't even mention the complete lack of running training I haven't not done.
To briefly mention politics...I've been following the recent kerfuffle as an interested observer. I can't honestly say I can support any one party over another, however I find the election as a process fascinating, and the various curiosities of how a democratic vote can be run elegantly complex. It looks like we are going to have a co-alition government for the first time in my lifetime, which I don't find overly scary, more intrigued to see if various politicians who historically have been at each other throats can actually find some common ground...I'm aware that this sort of arrangement is the norm in several other countries, and perhaps it will be no bad thing to at least experience it here...
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