L and MD talk me out of cycling this morning. L says how wet
it looks outside while MD comes into the house with wet fur. Doggo’s fur is bone dry but then I
suspect he hasn’t actually braved the elements.
So I get the bus and marvel at the perfect cycling
conditions I have avoided as the weather suddenly and miraculously improves. The problem with these dark mornings is it’s really hard to tell how foul
it is before the sun is up.
L’s morning then turns worse than mine. Her back goes pop
before she even leaves home. She still manages to hobble to the pool, although I imagine swimming was pretty. She’s not a happy bunny, a mere six Parkruns
off her target and she also has a 10k on Sunday.
At lunch time I do 315 watts of penance on the Watt Bike for
not cycling this morning. L has given me a ‘micro’ towel to take with me to mop up the sweat, this is basically a face flannel but it worked well.
Burton Albion reappoint Nigel Clough, seven years after he
left to come to Derby. I’m not sure that’ll work out but we wish him luck.
Outside the weather continues to swing wildly from bright
sunshine to the apocalypse and back again. Perhaps skipping proper cycling for fake cycling wasn’t too
bad an idea after all.
A second day in a row dog training, we're packing them in before the
Christmas break.
(Tuesday 8th December)
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