Jaysus! I've just realised what a moaner I am! Ok, ok things aren't that bad!! That day I just got grief off the auld pa and my mates were looking at me like I had ten heads for not wanting to go out drinking due to wanting to spend my weekend training.
Well things have perked up. I live in south Dublin and cycled to Drogheda there yesterday. It was over a 5 hour cycle and the day before I was out for 4 hours. I came in shattered. The look of in my Dads eyes, at me totally wrecked, paid off all the hard work. I think he was proud. Damn father/daughter relationships! Why do I feel the need to make him proud? I suppose it's cus I'm so proud of him too. He is after the first man in my life. When I see him frustrated at me I feel bad and guilty that I'm not like the rest of his friends or families daughters who can boast of jobs/boyfriends/babies.
Today is rest day. I've up-turned the house and cleaning it from top to bottom. No corner is going to be missed. Better get back to mopping and dreaming of that medal...
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