Sunny days and transplant patients don’t mix

Today is probably the best day of the year in terms of weather so far. It’s around 22 degrees centigrade, blue skies, calm and still.

However transplant patients particularly (same should apply to everyone really) must be more aware of the effects of ultra violet light and what a day to remind me.

Back to the bike first. Training has been going well since returning from my lovely holiday in France with Jo my wife.

It was hard going on my return but I soon picked it back up and my regime has increased in preparation for the London to Paris with last weeks session including the following.

Monday              Rest day

Tuesday             Indoor session with Steve

Wednesday       Outdoor recovery ride

Thursday            Indoor Session

Friday                 Rest day

Saturday            outdoor sprint training

Sunday               A steady ride to Gainsborough

The next indoor session was Tuesday and Steve did tip me off that this would probably be the hardest so far with that fiendish grin and cruel laugh he has. I always think I am paying for this pain !

He was right it was the toughest session I had done, it was two large 20 minutes chunks riding at and around my FTP threshold. Boy it hurt, I got home I had never felt so drained. Yes Steve you broke me ! but I am still alive.

Going back to Gainsborough I had a couple of interesting interactions with fellow cyclists. Firstly I was on a nice flat road not far from home and I was just doing a bit of warm up and on this stretch I always put the hammer down. I was cruising just short of 30mph ! suddenly whoosh a pro (as I call them) passed by me up the inside on a wide cycle lane at a rate of knots, he said hello as he left me in the dust. Just makes you think you are not trying enough.

Oh well that is one incident. The next,  I was just leaving Maltby in Rotherham and heading to Tickhill. I just hit the downhill section before the large hill in front of me and in the distance,  I spotted a pro (identified by his / her dark clothing, all pros tend to wear dark non reflective clothing for some reason). He was probably around 500 yards in the distance and just about to climb. Once again I put in the effort and thought I would see if I could catch them up.

He just went other the top and I had already started climbing, I was catching them up and I thought wow I must be getting better. By the time we started dropping into Tickhill they were in my sight and I was on his (I could tell by now he was a he) wheel. Then disappoint struck, he had white hair and looked round and said good afternoon. He was 75 at the very least. The euphoria of catching a pro suddenly sank. However, let’s get this right, there are an awful lot of senior cyclists out there and it is obvious from this encounter he was on form. If I can keep going like this by the age of 60 I would be staggered and there goes a guy in his 70s cycling around. Well done that’s all I can say.


Back to this glorious weather and transplants and the connection with today.

A few weeks ago I went for my normal dermatology appointment. It’s a standard check of the skin. The reason for this is that when you are taking anti rejection drugs your immunity to skin cancer is greatly reduced. So its good practice to get things checked.

On the last appointment I have some moles which have grown a little and more irregular shape. The option is to monitor them more closely (more hospital visits, fighting for parking and all the rest that comes with hospital visits) or just to whip them off as a precaution. So I went for the whip them off technique which was today. Prevention is the best cure and getting a good factor 50 applied at all times is the best idea. I apply Sunsence factor 50 moisturiser every single day, even in hail, rain, snow and shine.

Must be the reason I look so young for 44 😉

This is going to hinder my training for the best part of a week unless I can get a bike which is upright and have a shopping basket on the front.

Anyway due to this little day off I am now relaxing keeping my back straight and not bending in the garden but sat under a large umbrella. Back to normal tomorrow unless I bleed to death overnight.

I am admiring my lovely grass, I am not into gardening and love the fact my garden is small but practical. But I have been carefully tendering the grass over the winter months and I must admit I have done a mighty fine job as you can see.



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