I start to get my kit together for cycling then it starts to
rain again, so I abort and use the car instead. The bus is just too unreliable
with early squash tonight. As the rain comes down heavier I know I’ve made the right
decision.
L stays at home with boys as I go to squash. It's glorious sunshine
now which is perfect for kicking footballs but not for dogs sitting
in cars. It doesn’t last long though and I get a text to say L is having to cuddle
a quivering dog as it thunders while sipping HBC. The dog amazingly is MD and I
assume it's her with HBC not the him.
The weather not only upsets MD but also upsets me by causing
Sunday’s dog show to be cancelled. Instead I may sign for a track
session if there’s any spaces, every rain cloud has a silver lining and all
that or I could do a 10k. There’s one in Ripley with entry on the day.
Rather than being horrified that I might throw myself into a
full-on 10k just because I survived a slow paced one at the end of the
triathlon on Sunday, L is actually worried that I've actually stooped so
low as to consider a 10K and thinks that’s a sign I’m either seriously injured
or tired.
I can’t win, I was trying to be sensible and compromise.
(Thursday 16th June)
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