L has her GP appointment on Monday morning where they tell her that
her injury is not a fracture but book her in for an X-ray anyway.
I top my mileage up with a five miler from work on Tuesday
while, enthused by not having a fracture, L
does her own short run after I get home. Then she’s in the gym with Daughter straight from work on Wednesday. So she's not exactly taking it easy. I warn her not
to pull anything.
She has her X-ray on Thursday where they confirm it’s not
stress fracture. So the injury must be a pull or a tear. They also tell her
that she has excellent bones, which cheers her up a bit. Although I’ve been
telling her that for 20 years. Nicest bones I’ve ever jumped.
I do my long run, 9.5 miles to Long Eaton,
splashing through puddles in places before jumping on the Indigo. It used
to be 9 miles until they knocked down the Meadow Lane bridge at Pride Park but
I suppose I should be grateful to them for the extra training. L meanwhile
reports that her and the dogs are at home wallowing in the mud like a trio of
pigs. Will it ever stop raining?
Thursday is also the General Election, which I pull an
all-nighter for as I have done for every election since 1992. Unfortunately we
all suspect what is going to happen and we’re not wrong.
L goes for an early swim on Friday and leaves the boys food on the
worktop ready for them while we’re out on our morning walk. Unfortunately the Lad
thinks this means it’s self-service but I manage to rescue the situation before
he's had chance to pull his bowl off the worktop and smash it over his own head. They’re then a
bit shocked when I quickly dump them and head off to work but looking at Dog TV
later they seem to have quickly got over it (e.g. they’re asleep).
L is getting panicking messages from her sister, saying that
entering a marathon was a dumb idea. Funny that, I'm getting exactly the messages from L. Everyone just needs to calm down. As I keep saying Brighton is years
away.
Of course entering a marathon is a dumb idea, if it wasn’t everybody
would be doing one but L and I have been doing dumb stuff for years. Her sister has
only just started playing catch-up.
Friday is also Black Friday, a day I’ve never really got the hang
of because I’ve never been able to find anything I want that is cheaper than at
any other time of the year. I think the point of it all is to buy stuff you
don’t want but to do so cheaply.
L has been eyeing up a fancy new swimsuit for Christmas and tells
me about it now in case I can find a Black Friday deal on it. Which would need me to
know what it normally costs which I don’t. In a way it would be helpful if they
moved Christmas to Black Friday then it would all be over with much quicker.
I click on the swimsuit because I’ve always been happy to buy her any slinky new outfits for
Christmas. She says it will help her stand out in the murky waters. Which sort
of implies that she’ll be doing her open water swims without a wetsuit. Which I’m
sure isn’t the case.
(Friday 29th November)
(Friday 29th November)