Take your feet out of the cleats son!

Hi all,

I have had an interesting week and a day…spent time focussing on riding the new TT bike as last blog the bike was put together by Athlete Services of Henley. What a great bunch of guys Filipe, Rob and Tom are.  So passionate about cycling and triathlons it infectious!

I am getting into my cycling. In fact I omitted to tell you that when I finally got the bike I was so wrapped up and mesmerised in the fact that I finally had the new bike that after cruising around the car park, I forgot to take my shoes out the cleats and…fell over…great start! Lol!!!  Time to wake up and get the bike on the road…it rocks! It is sooooooooooo good!  This makes it no problem waking up and riding the bike for as far as I can…as long as I take the meds…wiggly handlebars make for interesting downhills!

On a different note, I freely admit that I am bloody angry about having Parkinson’s and frank about the fact that I channel that anger to more positive and constructive outcomes. It often pulls me through the toughest races and, certainly, assisted me in running 20 marathons in 10 days when injured.  However, I am sure that anyone with a disease would totally understand my surprise during my visit to a certain well known pharmacy.   I walked in and was greeted with a smile from the girl, who took my prescription.   The resident pharmacist was questioned by the girl who wanted to know whether she should give me my usual name brand medication.  The pharmacist said nothing to which the girl turned around and informed me that I was going to be given the generic version as they “didn’t get paid” for the name brand… I was shocked.   I didn’t know the generic; what effect would it have; would it be as good?  I started to get nervous.  My right arm started to shake noticeably; so I thrust my hand into my pocket and turned to the side.   I was annoyed that it wasn’t the pharmacist suggesting and equal alternative with explanation but, instead, the untrained and offhand opinion of someone who did not understand my disease making judgements as to what drugs I should take based upon whether they get paid for it.   I started to panic!

I refused the generic. I asked why, when my doctor had prescribed a brand, they should choose the alternative generic irrespective. I was determined not to just accept it.  The girl then turned to the pharmacist as said that if I wanted the brand medication, she wasn’t going to do it and that he should do it.  Then the pharmacist stepped in and sorted the prescription as originally intended. I was just gobsmacked!  Has this ever happened to you?  I left the pharmacy seething (albeit relieved that I’d got my meds) and determined to get on the road and work it out of my system.

The opportunity raised its head in Sunday’s long ride. The route winding off to Oxford, Thame and beyond and getting a little lost on the way; always good if the weather’s fine!  One puncture and some fantastic help from passing cyclists put me in the best mood for the BBQ that followed!

The Challenge Henley Tri is approaching fast and the docs have not yet given me the full approval to run.  The MRI is booked for the 5th September and I am itching to know what the outcome will be.  Personally, I feel that all is going to be well run wise.  In fact I can’t wait to feel the rhythm of my feet on the road and mile and mile just passing beneath.  The swim bothers me though.  On one hand I am excited at the prospect of swimming further than I have ever done; on the other I’m nervous as I feel under prepared.  But having never experienced an Ironman distance tri before… it will be quite an adventure! However, I feel stronger in my swim than the London tri; with more time in the water and stretching more I believe I can do it (that’s for you Paul!).  So more time training, less time wasting!

Keep moving and make it count!!!

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