For the second Monday running the morning shower is rather painful
due to my freshly acquired injuries from the velodrome.
Then I head off into some awful traffic, the roads were absolutely mad. Half term has ended and I think that anybody who was working from home now seems to have returned to the office.
In the evening L is out at Seven and I pick her up
On Tuesday, I manage to cycle despite my bruises. It is cold
but sunny. Then go to dog training in the evening.
While L finds out that her latest personal trainer has quit.
That’s three of them she’s seen off now. She says that, on the plus side, at
least she can stop feeling guilty for not doing his workout. Which is probably why
he’s quit because his clients are ignoring his advice.
On Wednesday I go to the gym and do my leg weights workout
before heading into Derby later where I undo all the fitness work with several
pints and a meal in the Exeter where it’s chips with almost everything.
The penance, of course, is a run after work on Thursday
which amounts to 8.5k. After which I’m knackered and the shoulder I fell on is
getting considerably worse no better, so I don’t cycle as planned on Friday.
Although I do parkrun on Saturday where we are back at the
scene of my other injury at Wollaton. I don’t repeat the feat.
Then L heads off to Quad where she’s going to a Derby Book Festival
event to see Wendy Moore. In the evening we’re out in Canning Circus again at
the Good Fellow George and The Organ Grinder.
On Sunday after a 6k run with L we attempt to get a Sunday Roast at the Nurseryman, which is always a safe bet, but they let us down and have run out.