Day 33– Saturday 25th April
- 25 minutes at 150 watts
- Flat bench, deadlifts and squats
- Max heart rate = 142 bpm
- Calories = 230 (total so far 11106)
- Distance covered = 9 miles
- Total distance so far = 378.65
Well heaven forbid that I should get bored doing this! So, after a rather bad afternoon yesterday I retired to bed with a headache. The night wasn’t much better and drugs stronger than coffee were needed to get me out of bed. However, the Easter Bunny (aka David) bounded into the gym with a ‘solution’ and proceeded to ‘set me up’ (his words – I think he meant the bike but it very soon felt like me).
Instead of my usual hill programme, with its gradual build up, he proceeded to set a watts programme at 150 watts. So, no warm up but straight into some fierce pedalling – ouch! It was certainly ‘kill or cure’ but it did eat up the miles and I achieved a record for a gym day of 9 miles!
The beautiful and sadly missed Whitney Houston was singing along as I pedalled and I’m sure David approved of All the Man That I Need and I Learned from The Best!
Today’s successful mileage took me further south on the A701, following the River Tweed through Glenbreck.
I’m now within sight of Moffat, where eventually I meet up with the River Annan. We are in more hilly ground here rather than mountains and it’s great walking and fishing country.
Moffat’s claims to fame (or otherwise!):
- It used to be a historic spa town until 1921 when sadly the Hydropathic Hotel burnt to the ground.
- It has the title of Europe’s first Dark Sky Town, having adopted special street lighting to keep light pollution to a minimum in order to preserve the wonders of the night sky – something we are all appreciating a bit more these days during lockdown.
- Moffat used to be a sheep farming town and the Ram Statue on the high street commemorates this. There is a large depression in the ground north of the town (known as the Devil’s Beef Tub) where the sheep and cattle rustlers used to hide the sheep and cattle until it was safe to move them on. If you look closely you will see that the ram has no ears – they have been missing since it was presented and as this was in 1875 we have no way of knowing now whether this was an oversight or deliberate!
- And last but not least, it is the home town of the stand-up comedian Danny Bhoy, who we had the great pleasure to watch at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and then again at the Cambridge Junction – it will certainly be good to get back to a world where we can again visit such events.