Canned It

After another session at the velodrome I ponder that perhaps I’m getting a bit fitter. Perhaps. Problem is now that I need to upgrade my gearing again. Almost everyone is using at least a 96 teeth chain ring and he’s me on a little old 91. A touch underpowered.

I have my physio on Tuesday rather than Wednesday ahead of five straight days at my club’s dog show. He ups my dumbbells from 8kg to 10kg, of course he does, and get me working on the 24 inch box jumps.

In the evening I’m out with my old school pal doing the usual thing. Beer in the Alexandra and food in the Exeter.

L’s brother emigrates to Columbia on Wednesday which we knew was coming but has all happened so quickly. It’s also all caused a bit of a family upset but then what’s a family without one.

Preparations go well at the dog show with the marquee arriving on time at 9:30 on the first day of set up. Despite the recent rain there is no muddy ground but there is a nice big puddle that the Lad would have liked but sadly he isn’t joining me at all this week and nor is L. The Lad finds the whole dog show thing too stressful as does L or did she saying too boring. Not having the Lad does make my job at the show much easier. He has his knees up last weekend.

I am struggling to fit in a night out with my Dad so after I finish on the Wednesday I swing past his place, bring him over to ours and then collect the Lad before we go to the Horse & Jockey in Stapleford for a swift one.

Thursday is another successful set up day. L says it’s grey and miserable at home. I’m not sure if she means the weather or work but she still manages a run before the downpour that comes later. We also manage a romantic night out at the gym together.

The Lad gets a ridiculously early walk on Friday before I abandon his to go to the first day of competition at the show. L is doing her regular Friday swim but can take over walking the monster for the rest of the weekend.

My brother manages to take my Dad to the Golden Rams coffee afternoon as I’m too busy at the dog show and he gets his photo taken on the pitch. He comes to the dog show on Sunday and helps out with the free pizza. I come home with new dog mats and a new tuggy lead for the uninvited one.

As suspected we’ve been doing a bit too much drinking and L has called time on it, deciding to take a break from it all. So that’s canned the canned beer nights which is no bad thing as even I was really fed up with it.

(Sunday 30^th July)