L’s Mondays now seem to be go into work, find out her boss
isn’t coming in and head home again.
At cycling my Dad announces that he wants to have a go on a treadmill.
He watches me at cycling and sits outside the gym there and can see people
walking on the treadmill. He reckons he could just slip inside and have a go.
Hmmm.
It seems that his car claim isn’t actually all over and they’ve
sent him a big form to fill in as the other party is disputing who was to
blame. This is just two insurance companies arguing about who’s paying. My Dad
might as well say it was his fault all they can do is put his premium up for the
car he doesn’t have any more.
We are both so fit. On Tuesday we both hit the gym twice. L
has her PT in the morning and I do a lunch time session then we do a joint
workout in the evening doing L’s upper body routines. I had booked one of the outdoor
rings at dog training for me to have a little one to one with the Lad but it is
cancelled due to the wet weather and moved to next week.
On Wednesday my physio introduces me to
Nordics. The most evil exercise ever invented.
On Thursday I manage to score an appointment at our dentists.
I have kept looking at their website since they told me they don’t have enough
staff to see me despite the fact I’ve been going there for 25 years and I
noticed that they are now listing a new dentist, so I rang them and they gave
me an appointment. Apparently they would have rang me eventually as they were
working through the alphabet but then the new person might have left before they got to me.
L’s Mum is back at A&E where they tell her she needs a
new hip. Then her GP tells her she doesn’t need one. All very straightforward
then.
On Friday I ask L if she will chaperone me running around a
small loop of the park and physically retrain me from running off ahead. She
agrees and we do a 2.4K loop. She still complains I was too fast for her. It
was not too bad after a painful start for my knees.
Then it’s a proper Friday night, so a chance to burn off all
that excess testosterone acquired in the gym, although a slightly different one
without a beer and also without the take away curry both of which have now been
canned.
Saturday is Alvaston Parkrun in the wet. Buoyed up by Friday’s
run I was tempted to run it myself but not in the wet. L does a great run and
gets back in the 33s. Her PT is clearly starting to pay off and\or it was our
excellent warm up run on Friday. Which she complained was too fast but was
actually only 36 minute parkrun pace. So it clear who was actually holding who
back.
On Saturday the new football season starts and Derby lose
2-1 at home to Wigan by putting in an awful defensive performance.
In the evening we go to see one of the big films of the
summer the rather overhyped ‘Barbie’. It’s an interesting concept, but hardly a
new one, to have a sort of parallel universe called Barbie Land where the
consciousnesses of the dolls reside.
Barbie Land is the height of female empowerment where the Barbies
have all the meaningful roles as stated on their boxes and then there are the
Kens, and one Allan (Michael Cera), who have no role in anything.
One Barbie (Margot Robbie) heads to the real world to get her feet fixed with one of the Kens (Ryan Gosling) in tow. The real world turns out to be one where men rule the world and women are largely seen as the accessories. Although I would like to think we’ve now come a fair way from that in most places.
Ken rushes back to Barbie Land to impose male supremacy on
the other Barbies while our Barbie is told by a group of teenage girls what an
outdated concept the Barbie doll is.
After a lively satirical start the film loses its way in the
middle, seemingly no longer sure of the points it was trying to make but it
does provide some decent fodder for thoughtful conversations afterwards.
Which take place in Brew Dog, although this is basically
just more canned beer yet served by the keg it’s very convenient for the cinema
and they serve a low alcohol version of their Punk IPA which suits the
abstaining L.
We’re at Colwick on Sunday for L’s swim and our walk. Although
the Lad and I largely end up watching the Runthrough event on the Racecourse
while feeling very jealous of those running in it. Afterwards, as part of our
health kick, we skip the bacon and egg rolls and have coffee at the Kiosk instead
followed by something more healthy to eat back at home.
We do a part joint gym session later after which I do another short 2k run.
(Sunday 6th August)
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