On Monday while L is doing eclectic things such Yoga and Tai Chi, I am out on another training run
of 23k through Ilkeston, Trowell and Stapleford.
This is followed up by biking into work the next day, into a headwind which leaves me replying to my morning emails while lying on the floor recovering. L suggests I do a few yoga stretches while I’m down there.
On Wednesday I again go into work but have a bit of a bus nightmare. The driver drove the way I cycle, so took ages and I was late for work. I assume something must have happened on the A52 and he didn’t just fancy the scenic route. It’s enough to make you want to work from home.
Which is very quiet. Having left the dogs in charge they don’t seem to be taking their guard duties very seriously at all or, I suppose, keeping an eye on things from their beds.
I do the gym at lunch time and then meet my friend in Derby later
for drinks and food.
I’m back working from home on Thursday and having a day off
fitness. Which means I can already feel it slipping away. Although we did break
our own record for the slowest dog walk ever thanks mainly to MD but they’re almost
as bad as each other. Anything green they have to shove their nose in it.
Our toaster has finally died. RIP.
By Friday my fitness is slipping away even quicker when I don’t
find the time to get out for my planned lunch time run and then by the evening it’s
On Saturday we parkrun at Wollaton and L makes her comeback.
In the evening we have a very expensive but hugely enjoyable meal out at the
Miller & Carter Steakhouse near us. L’s Mum pays as she said she would
treat us to a meal or two as a Christmas present. I’m not sure she expected us
to blow it in one go. It’s been on my bucket list to have a Chateaubriand,
which we share, and it’s gorgeous.
Of course on Sunday I’m back to pounding the streets as I repeat Monday’s 23k route.