I opt to rest the legs today and take the bus into work, ahead of my sprint triathlon on Sunday.
L is at pump class in the evening or whatever it’s called because it’s not called that even though that's what it is. She asks if I fancy chilling a bottle of wine or perhaps meeting her down the pub afterwards. Either sounds good to me.
I get home and go to get some wine, then we've got both options covered. Ah. We don’t have any white wine. It’ll be the pub then. So the boys and I head down to the Wollaton.
L cycles down to meet us. She’s gradually chipping off the km from her 5000km target. In fact, I can feel another t-shirt coming on. We celebrate another 3k off her target with some drinks and a meal.
(Friday 2nd August)