Time To Lance The Boil

MD is absolutely 100% again and fit for a parkrun. L asks tentatively where we're going and is rather surprised that I choose Forest Rec, where I have munched many a bacon sandwich and chucked many a ball but have never run. Time to lance the boil.

The first problem is getting Doggo there without him knowing and therefore getting excited at the anticipated ball session. So I drive there via a different route to throw him off the trail and it works a treat.

The run goes roughly ok. MD gets his comfort break in before the start but we have to stand so far back behind everyone else because of his excited barking that in the morning’s dense fog we don’t see everyone else start until they are halfway down the first stretch. Cue a manic sprint from us both, delayed by a bit of lead biting (I must stop doing that), and then a lot of overtaking up the grass on the inside.

Our time is good but not a PB due to that delayed start. Then it’s a long leisurely breakfast as L has cancelled her 10am Pilates before she heads off for her still booked 11am Pilates and then onto the 12:30 warm down I have booked for her back at home.

Then it’s the football. My favourite day, FA Cup 3^rd Round day, and Derby win impressively at West Bromwich Albion.

In the evening it’s my friend’s 50^th Birthday Celebration which is at the Brunswick. He was going to book a room for it but hasn’t which is probably wise as there aren’t that many of us. Black Santa, presumably Christmas leftovers, is added to my list while L’s New Year’s drink is whiskey and soda as apparently its low calorie. She clearly intends to be up competing with me in the half marathons this year.

(Saturday 7^th January)