Tag: food

winter cyclist
real life cycling

Talk to the caveman ‘cos the cyclist ‘aint listening

I’m ravenous and I have to eat. It’s primal, it’s prehistoric… the wolf is already in the house and if it doesn’t move fast I’m going to scoff it.

real life cycling

Massive calorie deficit

I rolled down the hill and home, and sat at the kitchen table seeing stars. The hollow stare of a (hungry) Vietnam vet. I inhaled a cheese sandwich without chewing. Slurped a cup of tea without pause. Slowly, the creeping kilojoules soaked into my system and I returned to something resembling life.