Cuddle time stops at 4:30am as Cycling Hubby (CH) promptly vacates the bed to tend to his other true love.....the bike. CH conveniently returns once all the washing has been done, house vacuumed etc etc. He wreaks of coffee, as he truly believes he will not survive a day without a hit of caffiene and a few hours cycling. Once he has stripped himelf of his fugure-huggng kit and created yet another pile of lycra to washed, he is showered, dressed and off to work (at the bike shop), slapping a quick kiss on my cheek, and casting one last longing glance at his bike as he rushes out the door.
Upon his return from work, I wonder what will be tucked under his arm when he walks through the door........ a parcel, bike catalogue, wheel, perhaps a cycling magazine. Yet another thing to add to our house, which resembles a cross between a cyling shop and bike museum, rather than a humble home. After CH has overcome the excitement of his new addition, we sit down to dinner, which looks like a meal for four, however quickly disappears, thanks to CH going back for seconds, thirds, fourths etc. while I still work my way through my first helping.
As we retire for the evening and retreat to bed, the room comes to life with the dull glow of the computer screen as CH checks roadgrime, his cycling team blog, ebay and all the other cycling related websites that clutter our favourites panel. I put down my book and drift off to sleep wondering if it is at all possible for one to overdose on cycling?
4:30am.............the cycle begins again.
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