In the evening, L and I run with the dogs along the now
regular university loop. Daughter is otherwise engaged taking delivery of an
arm chair, so we don't have to stop to pick bulrushes. I think that’s some sort of home
decoration thing that Daughter has got going in.
Daughter does pass on the splits she took from the last dog
run we did during which I sneakily strapped L to the Lad. The average pace was
around 6 minutes per kilometre e.g. a 30 minute parkrun and that was with a few
stops, zigzags, stealing bulrushes etc. I think the Lad would definitely bag L a 29 minute parkrun,
at the very least. L declines the offer saying it would be unnatural and potentially
dangerous when self-preservation is quite high on her agenda. She’s far too
sensible.
The run itself is almost a throwback to the old old days (circa
1996!) as we end up in bed afterwards, only without doing the pub and then without
sending L home to her babysitter afterwards.
(Monday 4th February)
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