Best Before End December 2018

Monday is a Bank Holiday so it’s a lazy morning in bed and then a not very lazy afternoon. We 5k run together on Martin’s Pond then gym together. In the evening I cook a healthy (hopefully) and high protein (hopefully) Thai Curry. 

On the healthy (hopefully) front L turns to Quinoa Porridge. The only problem is our bag of Quinoa is best before end December 2018. She doesn’t seem fazed but also doesn’t seemed impressed by her new breakfast snack and doesn’t ask for a fresh in date bag which might have made a difference.

On Tuesday I’m out with my Dad at the New Inn in Shardlow where they have Tiny Rebel’s version of Old Peculiar, that I mentioned a while ago and said I’d never see. Which is fantastic until you’re driving, which obviously I am.

L is still not well with an upset stomach, which she had prior to out of date Quinoa Porridge, and doesn’t swim or gym on Wednesday. I’m at Physio though where I am given a shiny new workout. The only problem is it’s all upper body. After which my arms ached so much that it took me three attempts to put the car in reverse to get out of the gym car park.

Quite how a humble physio session on my knee has now transcended into an upper body workout that ends with me doing something called snake wiggles on something called a battle rope followed by ten press ups, three times over, I’m not sure. Well, obviously he’s just extending his payday or he’s just an evil bastard.

I’m back at the gym on Thursday but not practicing my snake wiggles, just working on the decrepit old knees. In the evening we have tennis despite the iffy weather forecast. We can only hope that as they have brand new courts hopefully they won’t flood as much and if they do they will hopefully have brand new squeegees to mop them. In the end it doesn’t rain while we are there and they even put the lights on for us. I win three games again and celebrate with a Orange-utan (it’s a beer) in Victoria afterwards before picking L up from her own gym session.

On Friday L has brought forward her Saturday trip with her Mum and therefore leaves me to my own devices on the Friday lunchtime run. Predictably, without my pacer, I may have got a little carried away and run 6k. We do the gym later where we are both in awe of a girl reading a book on the treadmill. 

(Friday 1^st September)