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Sunday 13 August 2023

Money Spinner

L thought I'd given up this blog. My only reader had stopped reading because the website had stopped emailing it out to her but neither she nor the website had told me this. So I’ve been talking to myself for some time. Although I suppose the website may have sent me an email about it but clearly I hadn’t read it.

They have changed the system a bit and I can no longer just add email addresses without the person’s permission. I now have to get the website to send out an email and then folk have to use it to sign up which L now does. So my only reader is now back on board. She says she has some catching up to do and doesn’t think she’s read one this year. Now I best write some more.

My morning walks with the Lad are very quiet at the moment with the schools being off and I can hobble a bit better than I used to.

This week’s cycling is without my Dad this week who is on a jolly in Chester with my brother, so no pub afterwards either.

On Tuesday Derby go out of the League Cup to Blackpool after another woeful defensive performance.

Wednesday sees L doing PWFH (Pretend Work From Home) after her boss doesn’t turn up again. So I have a work colleague and someone stealing my grapes.

Then I have my physio (now masquerading as a PT) where he asks me about my diet, weight and protein intake. We have started calorie and protein counting at home as we both work on our fitness levels. I recorded all my calories for a week and found that most days I was well inside my limit was but exceeded them on a couple of days a week. Protein was a different story.

He says my protein intake should be around 170g per day. Seriously? I was only doing about 90g a day when I was doing triathlons. Of course I wasn’t old then. Being old makes a different apparently. L’s been told she needs around 145g.

He says I could put a protein shake in my beer which may actually go quite well with a stout but not so much with Pale Ale although I guess that just makes it a Hazy IPA. 

In the evening I get to do my one to one agility session with the Lad that got cancelled last week. We are on a summer break but I have hired one of the outdoor rings to see if he’s any calmer when it’s just him and me. He’s isn’t. L swims with Daughter.

On Thursday, I go to the gym and sort of fall into an extra physio season because another Physio\PT caught me when I fell off my bench doing my Bulgarians. He works at Legends gym on Bobbers Mill and was a bit hardcore. I was counting his tattoos as he was talking to me.

He showed me how to keep my balance doing Bulgarians, lunges and bar squats. So got an extra session for free. I was going to ask about my Nordics but thought I might be pushing my luck.

Maybe he’s trying to poach me. They clearly all think I’m so injured I’m a right money spinner.

Then I play tennis for the first time in a year. The game was hardly going to be a classic with both of us having several body parts hanging off and so it proves. I win three games which is quite an achievement on one leg.

Fridays is now a tricky balancing act. Do I take up the offer to fill my boots early morning or wait for a possible but not certain Friday Night if the Lodger is out. Not being much of a gambling man I take the more than decent offer that is on the table.

L and I again run together at lunch time, doing 3.8k at the same pace as last week but a km further. So rather than a Friday night, what is it? Gym night of course.

On Saturday, L does Clifton Parkrun and then I head over to cut my Dad’s grass despite the on-off rain. While taking a break from the grass cutting my Dad offers me a Curly Wurly as he has

bought the world’s supply and other assorted chocolate bars because they were going cheap. This is what happens when I let him do his own shopping.

We’re at Broadway again in the evening to see Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer. Which is a biopic of J Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb. It's a bit unwieldy and long but time and the action actually zip by. It's certainly several ratchets up the seriousness scale from last week's Barbie. Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy) is a man captivated by the science of what he is exploring in the Manhattan Project but realises too late the limitless capacity for destruction of what he is working on and then cannot back pedal. Unfortunately the film doesn't have a linear timeline which always confuses me and it probably takes me a full half an hour to get orientated as it mixes up his life, his loves, his studies, his work and the court scenes from the 1954 security hearing that was his fall from grace. It is though an excellent watch and film of the year so far, not that I've seen many!

We again hold the post-film debate in Brew Dog where L has 3 Punk AFs and can’t be tempted with anything more interesting.

On Sunday we go for a long walk with the Lad at Bestwood Park followed by a gym session and a short 2K run.

(Sunday 13th August)

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